.
GOD!
i cant believe am doing this. This had got to be done sometime eventually, i gues this is the right time.
I cant breath, my mind is juggled up, its bleeding out with secrets, personal issues and stories from the dark side of my mates' lives. I just cant digest it. Today, on 31st of August, 2008, i make this petition or resolution, whatever you wanna call it, "AM GIVING UP HACKING"
Yes, u read it right! No more hacking from today. Why? Cant tell in words.
I still remember, when orkut was released, i got infected to it, routed towards black magic communities and read some fake SPELLS TO READ OUT PPLs' MINDS. I used to visit alike communities and post comments, discuss things. It was then, when a random guy, Ather Alam, advised me to cut it out, though i wudntt be able to do such a thing, and if by anychance.... i DID get it done, i wud go mad. With so much info coming to my mind, ZINCH diplomacy, i wud not be able to absorb such amount if information/secrets/thoughts in my chest.
This is exactly whats happening to me. I havent hacked for myself in months, but my friends asks me to do it for them. Being a slave to human nature, when i get access to someones personal sutff, i digg more..... and THIS is where screwup gets started. I really cant digest all the stuff, even more, cant blurt it out too.
Right now.... i have a feeling of being stabbed, cant breathe!
with all the dramatic stuff going on, i cant keep it going.
so.. from now on... NO POKING in secret stuff, no email hacks no shit!
whats the catch? nothing!
faeda yeh hey... the ppl in my social circle can take a sigh of releif now :D
no danger from my side atleast.
Take Care
Live happy
Be healthy
die peacefully
go to heavens
and take me along!
^_^
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Sunday, August 31, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Gym Chronicles -My first day at the gym
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*breathe in*
*breath out*
*breathe in*
*breath out*
*breathe in*
*breath out*
the sound of metal, the music, the smell of grease, the sweaty bodies, trainer shoes, good looking men,pumping iron and a trainer. All this combine up to make a first class GYMNASIUM/Body Building club.
This is not the case in my scenario, aur ho bhi kese sakta hey, meri life mein aaj tak kuch normal hua hey :P
Its not like I been to many GYMS before, but this is typically THE scene u imagine of when talking of one.
A health website said, if u aren't able to see ur feet whilst standing straight(i.e ur tummy blocks tha view) MAN!! ur FAT, and duh! yes it happened to me. Abey yaar... har buri cheez mere saath kiun. Now am getting FAT, AGAIN!
last season of ramazan, casuall visits to my GYM*, and a job at Connect Communications made me fit into my old pair of jeans and Medium Sized T-shirts, which eventually got undersized by this ramaza. Now with a new resolution to work out more honeslty, eat more healthy and avoid junk food, i've joined the GYM again.
GYM in my case is not a GYM actually, i shud call it an AKHAARA to be more precise.
With mostly bacloch ppl/bus conductors/MQM ghundas/ and some models, the scene is quite absurd. With a HUGE setup in the KGA Gymkhana, besides the cricket pitch, there stands two, 7-feet long posters of Arnold Schwardzenneger, and a banner saying,"ENTER as U, Exit as HIM" obviusoy written by a TYPICAL BALOCH bhai, dictated by MR. TAI, he is the owner of the place, though he never visits it, even for the karate classes there.
My coach, or... i shd rather call him a PEHELWAAN. A coach is a 6 feet taal, 42inch wide, perfectly toned body, HUMAN looking guy, who advices you nifty excercises, usually speaks english and promises to make you a replica of him in a year.
On the other hand, my intructor aka JAANU PEHELWAAN is a 7 feet tall punjabi, 60" wide, 150kg heavy, heavily moustached, messy oily hair, topless body resembling YOGI bear, and a big ass TOUND(D-tummy) comes to me, pats hard on my back and says,"Or jawaan.. patla hona hey"
i was like....*yikes*
mr. pehelwan points me to a tilted bench, and says "ja jaawaann, pait laga". hain? matlab?
matlab... he asked me to do some crunches. " jaannu bhai ktine lagaon?" the reply comes," AAdaai soo(250)"
umm... okie.. i did as he said.
*First Cunch*
*breath out*
*Second crunch*
*breath out*
" arey... its a peice of cake, 250 toh ho jaeinge ....."
*third crunch*
fooooo!
*fourth crunch*
okie.. its not THAT easy
*5th crunch*
aarrgghhhH!!!!!
*6th crunch*
what the fuck!
*7th crunch*
atleast three more please
*8th crunch*
GOD please
*9th crunch*
Aaahhhh.... BLACK OUT !!!
out cold. There laid me, on the inclined bench, almost dead, for the flies to lick my sweat until other members came and picked me up.
"jaanu bhai... mera pehla din hey, bachey ki jaan loge kia"
Jaanu Pehelwaan... no doubt is the worst Gym Coach in the world.
I have a diet plan made by mr. VENU Gopal from India now. I really idolize him. He is the owner and the trainer at Belair health Club india.
his prescribed diet plan and excercise routine had helped me to loose some inches on my waist line and a few kgs, last time.
I strive to follow the plan and routine more puntually this time.
wish me luck folks
and be ready to have a look at the new GHOURI in a month or so
with revamped body.
:)
.
*breathe in*
*breath out*
*breathe in*
*breath out*
*breathe in*
*breath out*
the sound of metal, the music, the smell of grease, the sweaty bodies, trainer shoes, good looking men,pumping iron and a trainer. All this combine up to make a first class GYMNASIUM/Body Building club.
This is not the case in my scenario, aur ho bhi kese sakta hey, meri life mein aaj tak kuch normal hua hey :P
Its not like I been to many GYMS before, but this is typically THE scene u imagine of when talking of one.
A health website said, if u aren't able to see ur feet whilst standing straight(i.e ur tummy blocks tha view) MAN!! ur FAT, and duh! yes it happened to me. Abey yaar... har buri cheez mere saath kiun. Now am getting FAT, AGAIN!
last season of ramazan, casuall visits to my GYM*, and a job at Connect Communications made me fit into my old pair of jeans and Medium Sized T-shirts, which eventually got undersized by this ramaza. Now with a new resolution to work out more honeslty, eat more healthy and avoid junk food, i've joined the GYM again.
GYM in my case is not a GYM actually, i shud call it an AKHAARA to be more precise.
With mostly bacloch ppl/bus conductors/MQM ghundas/ and some models, the scene is quite absurd. With a HUGE setup in the KGA Gymkhana, besides the cricket pitch, there stands two, 7-feet long posters of Arnold Schwardzenneger, and a banner saying,"ENTER as U, Exit as HIM" obviusoy written by a TYPICAL BALOCH bhai, dictated by MR. TAI, he is the owner of the place, though he never visits it, even for the karate classes there.
My coach, or... i shd rather call him a PEHELWAAN. A coach is a 6 feet taal, 42inch wide, perfectly toned body, HUMAN looking guy, who advices you nifty excercises, usually speaks english and promises to make you a replica of him in a year.
On the other hand, my intructor aka JAANU PEHELWAAN is a 7 feet tall punjabi, 60" wide, 150kg heavy, heavily moustached, messy oily hair, topless body resembling YOGI bear, and a big ass TOUND(D-tummy) comes to me, pats hard on my back and says,"Or jawaan.. patla hona hey"
i was like....*yikes*
mr. pehelwan points me to a tilted bench, and says "ja jaawaann, pait laga". hain? matlab?
matlab... he asked me to do some crunches. " jaannu bhai ktine lagaon?" the reply comes," AAdaai soo(250)"
umm... okie.. i did as he said.
*First Cunch*
*breath out*
*Second crunch*
*breath out*
" arey... its a peice of cake, 250 toh ho jaeinge ....."
*third crunch*
fooooo!
*fourth crunch*
okie.. its not THAT easy
*5th crunch*
aarrgghhhH!!!!!
*6th crunch*
what the fuck!
*7th crunch*
atleast three more please
*8th crunch*
GOD please
*9th crunch*
Aaahhhh.... BLACK OUT !!!
out cold. There laid me, on the inclined bench, almost dead, for the flies to lick my sweat until other members came and picked me up.
"jaanu bhai... mera pehla din hey, bachey ki jaan loge kia"
Jaanu Pehelwaan... no doubt is the worst Gym Coach in the world.
I have a diet plan made by mr. VENU Gopal from India now. I really idolize him. He is the owner and the trainer at Belair health Club india.
his prescribed diet plan and excercise routine had helped me to loose some inches on my waist line and a few kgs, last time.
I strive to follow the plan and routine more puntually this time.
wish me luck folks
and be ready to have a look at the new GHOURI in a month or so
with revamped body.
:)
.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
e-nnovators.... a startup story!
phew!
long time eh folks?!
happens.... happens alot with me, bear with it :P
been busy the past few weeks.
busy in what? busy in creating my own startup story, or.. shd I say our startup story.
it all started with plans on a vacation to malaysia. yes.. seriously.
shaikh chilleee aur uski khyaaali pulaooo!
mein bara ho kar doolha banunga
mein vacations mein malaysia jaonga.
yahan mein akela nahein tha, rather... we were 2. Farrukh mian chale pulaao pakane, Ghouri saheb keh saath. We would have definitely enjoyed the best time of our lives in malaysia only if u wudnt have got an F, ya again... an F in the finals. Ultimately... daddy didnt allow us, not only he grounded me, but theek thaak class bhi hui, "your a loooser, with NO skills other than driving and NO vision of your future"
*BOOOOOOOOM!!*
another blast... what the heck. My dad takes me as every other incompetent kid, where as i m not one! after a few weeks of being grounded, the freakazoid tolee which includes FARRUKH,Sumair, ME, Ahmed and Rameez went on a hangout. After the dinner+galian+gossip+more galiaan+gossip+even more galiaan+gossip+Bitching... a sheesha was ordered.
me being a non-smoker, sheesha gets me HIGH, and when i say HIGH, i really mean it :D
after a couple of puffs i spluttered..."sumair... lets do it, lets do the startup !"
FINALLY!!!
the khichdi which was being cooked b/w me and sumair on casual telephonic chats cameout in public, and then started the HAPPENING. "OKAY! lets do it" everyone agreed and we'd already started feeling like entrepreneurs.
long time eh folks?!
happens.... happens alot with me, bear with it :P
been busy the past few weeks.
busy in what? busy in creating my own startup story, or.. shd I say our startup story.
it all started with plans on a vacation to malaysia. yes.. seriously.
shaikh chilleee aur uski khyaaali pulaooo!
mein bara ho kar doolha banunga
mein vacations mein malaysia jaonga.
yahan mein akela nahein tha, rather... we were 2. Farrukh mian chale pulaao pakane, Ghouri saheb keh saath. We would have definitely enjoyed the best time of our lives in malaysia only if u wudnt have got an F, ya again... an F in the finals. Ultimately... daddy didnt allow us, not only he grounded me, but theek thaak class bhi hui, "your a loooser, with NO skills other than driving and NO vision of your future"
*BOOOOOOOOM!!*
another blast... what the heck. My dad takes me as every other incompetent kid, where as i m not one! after a few weeks of being grounded, the freakazoid tolee which includes FARRUKH,Sumair, ME, Ahmed and Rameez went on a hangout. After the dinner+galian+gossip+more galiaan+gossip+even more galiaan+gossip+Bitching... a sheesha was ordered.
me being a non-smoker, sheesha gets me HIGH, and when i say HIGH, i really mean it :D
after a couple of puffs i spluttered..."sumair... lets do it, lets do the startup !"
FINALLY!!!
the khichdi which was being cooked b/w me and sumair on casual telephonic chats cameout in public, and then started the HAPPENING. "OKAY! lets do it" everyone agreed and we'd already started feeling like entrepreneurs.
now came the registration part. We got a domain name, got our selves aik acha sasta aur tikaao hosting plan, prepared some business modules keh who will be who and who will not be who :D. I have always been a twisted thinker, toh am always like.."if we do it, we do it in style, or we dont do it at all" toh bhai.... ham to office bhi leinge, patent bhi karaeinge, employees bhi rakheinge... aur note BHI chaapeinge.
This time period taught me a really good lesson, everything seems to be a piece of cake, only if ur DAD bakes it.... when u try doing it on ur own, its only then.. when u get to know the heat around the oven.
kuch samajh aaya? nahein aaya na... mujhey bhi nahein aaya :P
i went to a lawyer, consulted some motary agents, and in the end cudnt get our organization, ENNOVATORS patented. we didnt have any assets to declare at the moment.
next comes the office scene.
farrukh is a poor guy, with a rich MOM :D, who can lend him anytime, plus i have saved a couple of thousand bucks as well. BUTT!! office mein bethega kaun mere bhai?
Degree shegree lene ka moood nahin hey??
postponing the office setup, we agreed on whenever to get an office, we'll go for a coworking one at first. (google it to know what it is)
here comes the team formation part...
kaun baap banega... aur kaun bara baap!
kaun director hoga kaun director ka baap
aur kaun peon.
this issue really turned out to be a phadda. with meetups ending up in gaalyan, phadde and taunts, we met several times at farrukh's place, my home even at the public red area, MAZAR-e-Qauid :D. Luckily the issues got solved quite happily with handshakes and huggies ^_^
now what? our working domains... obviously web development isnt going to pay us well. i mean it does, but till when? and static broucher websites really dont get us as much fruit as complex CMSs do! but CMS banaega kaun? koi nahin :D... we'll outsource. This is what happens in almost all of the software houses in Karachi. FIRANGI outsource those software houses and they outsource us. Now.. if we can outsource CMSs, we can outsource everything we cant do, and we WILL do that.
team formation
The first law we made to do inductions was...
NO GIRLFRIENDS in the team.
hehe yah! no girlfriends. Aisa kiun hua.... LOOOOOONG story.
though we didnt have any girl at that moment but phir bhi... i told u na... SHAIKH CHILLI ki khyali pulao!
Sumair... dekhle.... Wardah is STILL not ur girlfriend.. ;)
now we have a total of 8 freaks in this freakazoo
which includes
ME,
the chick killer Sumair(murghion ka qaatil),
jack of all..king of none, FARRUKH,
jack of no trade... even king of none.. EMPEROR of all (by force) AHMED HUSSAIN :P,
a newly made random friend, KHALIL SYED,
Soccer playing Marketeer JAWWAD,
chota badmaash Nabia,
rameez's BESTEST friend in the whole wide world, Al Hamra.
unfortunately rameez had to leave the team for some personal issues.
a pinch of geeks, sprinkle of confused coders, even more confused artists according to taste, a spoon of dhakkan marketeers and 2 drops of glamour.
this is our cup of tea! :D
we 8 are the Elegent Eight, "ennovators" that is :P
the startup entrepreneurs who will rock the E world inshallah!
if you feel like being ennovated and have a couple of bucks poking outa ur pocket u can contact me at
talha.ghouri@e-nnovators.net
till my next post... keep on commenting!
P.S This is my first post widout the *whispers* "F" word!
i didnt abuse a single time....
see... it works when u have girls in ur team :P
:D
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