.
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!
^_^
.
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
Sunday, June 08, 2008
TechElite 2008 - NED University CIS Dept.
NED University, the only Government Funded Engineering University in Karachi, the largest one too, organized this megaevent, TechElite for the second consecutive year, comprising of different TECHY competitions like Speed Programming, Network Security and stuff.
Unlike last year, TechElite succeeded to attract students from all over Pakistan(theoretically :P, warna sirf Karachi ki awaam hee thi) bringing on their projects and they coming themselves to compete.
With limited budget and sponsors, they managed to do BIG this year, with a billboard being hanged on DrighRoad, participants being given the T-shirts and a huge media world getting attracted towards the event. Comparitively, a small event than PROCOM, but much better. I was personally interested in the marketing department :P
Though there were some mis organization, but chalta hey. They didnt succeed to BEAT procom, but they werent incompetent too. The above video is the event coverage by SAMAA TV Pakistan.
Best of Luck NEDians, for next year. Lets see if u'll be able to DUMP PROCOM then
=)
related links :
Saturday, June 07, 2008
Thank You Technology !
Thank You technology!
:P
what?
are u still reading this ???????/??
go and watch the VIDEO man !!!
Sunday, May 25, 2008
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!
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!
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
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
:)
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
:)
Monday, April 14, 2008
The WEBMASTERS presents - DigitalEyez
ooohhhk...
the new webmasters society eh?
The previous webmasters had set the legend of being the sharpest and most tech savy student socitey in FAST. and they all had to graduate, woh bhi aik saath... DUHH!
now what, we have a THAND 'P'. 'P' bole toh... President. Henna Amaan
aur aik addad 'VP', VP boley toh, Vice President
"GD" bole toh Graphic Design head, Ammar Faheem
and aik adad BURGER senior. Faisal Abidi.
I saw him on my first day in FAST, and i was like, ooOOOoOOO BURGER hey, i must stay away...
and now, 2.5 years from that day, this guy mingles up with me sooo much, keh i am used to telling every guy, FAISAL is the sweeetest MAN alive, in karachi.
ASAD bhai...
bole toh CHEETAH, aur woh bhi koi chota mota nahein
pooooore 2 CORE 2 Duos hein iskeh pass..
aur aik laptop bhi :P
the guy, who helped me in EVERY thing, i must say, EVERY thing when we initiated DIGITALEYEZ
UZAIR JAWED / OSAMA Khalid
Hardcore CODERS....
mustafa, osama jabbar, tabish, maisum. the freshmen kaakas of WM.
yeh tha INTRO WM ka.
ab shuru hoti hey baaat WMs keh TEERON ki.
WM ne aik teer mara, chota se, in first semester, Software Freedom Day, jo keh kaafi nishaane per laga.
then doooosra teeer planing mein hee tha, ALL PAKISTAN PHOTOGRAPHY COMPETITION.
we had a meeting, all the WMs, and Ammar was like, MAKE IT huge, be it on national level, and i thought, he must have gone nuts, just a handfull of people and he wants to have a NATIONAL event.
though the idea was tempting enough, toh we all agreed.
Budget scene....
Uni approves 30,000/-
WOW! a national event with 30,000/-
Rafi sahab, kuch ziaada nahein hogaye paisey. :P
Then, hamari 'P' assigns us the posts.
Ammar >>> Event Management
Faisal >>> Public and Guest Relations
Asad >>>> Decor Head } Photgraphy Comp. deputy
Talha Ghouri >>> Media and Marketing Head
huh!
*coughs*
ME, Mohammad Talha Ghouri, and media and markeing head?
yah!
right!
DUH!!
and i dont even know how to talk in angraizee...
but Henna and my team had trust on me, and i tried my best. Contacted every single senior i knew for tips and stuff.
Even went to Lubna Baji's place.
then the event happenings got started.
Which looked like an easy task wasnt that easy. the first step was to setup a teaser at the main visible points. A banner at SCHON and another at NIPA was enuff to entice ppl.
i got them printed on ADHOC bases.
ab we have to get IN ppl to asssist us, manage the event.
Volunteer call
nobody shows up, here comes SUALAT, the man, the SOCIAL guy, we asked him to get in some public, and here they are, the team is finaly formed.
kuch masle, kuch phadde huey. PR work came to a hault, and it pissed me off real bad, i m not much of a BADTAMEEZ guy, and i DO respect my seniors, but that day, pata nahein what happened, i blew up at Faisal bhai. sorry... faisal bhai
now the khuwari times begin.
Sponsor meetings, calls, car, bus, rickshaw, on foot khuwari.
my car getting a break down in b/w shahra-e-faisal, TPS ppl humiliating us, Sponsors rejecting our offers, many of them, latkaofying us.
but it was fun. Thank YOU FARRUKH ALI BAIG
he was there for moral, financial and transporational support for me, every time.
now.. we went on the PR trips.
NED, UIT, SSUET, KU, IVS, IU, AIOU, SZABIST, KSA, AGHA KHAN, AVICENNA, CAMS, SBS, CBM, BIZTEK, KIET, MAJU, PRESTON, KGS, CITY SCHOOL
kahan kahan nahein khuwaari kaaati yaar...
skipped meals, woke up all nights for digitaleyez, each and every person involved, showed the same zeal.
then the FLOWER scene happens, as the previous post says...
and i blacked out!
farrukh... calling me thrice a day, GHOURI, tu theek toh hey na, khaana khalia...
and i was like... "hmmm..." all the time.
my side of work came to a halt for a week, and then.... EXAMS
wow!!
saara time DigitalEyez, aur jo time parhne ko tha, us mein.... BLACK OUT!
result.... Fs, yah.... BIG FUCKING Fs
kher hey... F na ho toh result ka maza nahein aata..
then... SWWOOOOSH!
again DE adrenaline booosted... PR trips, sponsorship meetings
and what not...
again and again and again and again.
i was never a marketeer, but my seniors' trust brought one out of me, as Azim yasin, said on his blog, HIS TRUST on me, gave me the confidence, the power of being in the ExComm -Executive Commitee, the feeling of having the decision making power made me do the wonders.
I asked him to sign the legal doc, with his name, and he asked me, keh U R THE HEAD, u SIGN it.
The senior who hardly knew me and i didnt know him much either, trusts me big time, i tried my best to reach upto his expectations.
got a handsome amount of spnsorship money thru
CANON
NUVICA
TPS
KALSOFT
CONNECT Communications
WACOM
some paid CASH, and some bartered.
but all in all, i managed to bring in resources.
TLC Part - The Literary Club
IMRAN Malick, TLC P, P boley to President, we decided to merge eXpressions with DIGITALEYEZ, so that we can have some more activity on campus, and TLC can go NATIONAL, and it turned out to be a HUGE Success.
TLC had a blast on that day, the creativity, the VENUE, the music, the comp. AAATANK!
the WAY IMMY bhai used to call, HAAN BACHEY!
it was WOW
:D
Last day tensions
as we marketed, we wud be giving away CASH prizes for TLC, the faculty didnt approve enough budget, Henna comes to me, "talha, we are short of funds"
i was like... its ok, i'll try to get IN some Stalls, and we can support TLC's prize money with that.
islie i kicked my SELFSTART again.... and kept on trying to get sponsors. NIKON, LINK, WATEEN, the rejections didnt really make me looose the confidence,
and hence, 12 hrs for the event to start, we get a 25k deal from KALSOFT.
pheww!!
i called AMMAR at once, told him the thing... and he went
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
lol!
i can imagine the current in him at the moment.
that day, me and farrukh left our homes at 8:00am
and entered back at 3:00 am
18 hrs
skipped meals, skipped sleep and kept on driving around the city
this is just an example of the khuwaris we did
saddar> regal chowk > burns road > pakistan chowk > tower > shershah > tower > saddar > regal chowk > shershah > saddar > cantt > DHA > Baloch colony > Nursery > Dolmen mall > Dha > Regal > Pakistan Chowk > regal > impress market > urdu bazaar > pakistan chowk
this whole trip was done in a day only.
then... azim bhai left for UNI, i came home, started cutting chat papers, sticking photos, 200+ photos, took the whole ngiht.
farrukh came at 7:00am again, left for uni, pasted the photos.
9:00 am
TRIIING!!
i cant believe it, its actually happening, it IS happeing, DigitalEyez has started already. I litterally thought keh am dreaming, the feeeling cant be explained in words, our baby, DE, a dream, coming to reality, participants kept on coming in, the increasing rush on campus. WOW!
its sooooo beautiful.
atlast... the event happened.
though some messups happened, but this is the time to learn, next year, we'll be more prepared, more experienced.
I love u team
I really DO
i thank you everyone who was there to assist us in DigitalEyez
specially
rafi bhai
henna amaan
azeem yasin
faisal abidi
asad
farrukh
ammar faheem
arasalan
uzair jawed
osama khalid
mustafa
farrukh zafar
mubasshir ali
yasir safir
ahmed sameem
anum butool
tasmyah
hina khursheedi
hamza bhai
hamza zafar
farheen
basmah
anum
sidra
ali zaidi
bina khan
ASADULLAH janu
sualat
furqan
mateen
iftikhaar
saad bhai TLC
Imran malick
rameez bin saaeed
Lubna BAJI
Ali Raza Shaikh
imad qamar
adeel asad
midhat zehra
my MOM, who bared with me, all the FUSS
my telephone, who recieved 150+ calls in a day, for a week
my computer
my printer
my car
farrukh's high roof
mera mechanic
the police wala who trashed my car's glass
my doodhwala
my electrician
my cat, for skipping the ME-O breakfasts, coz i didnt buy her one,
and what else?
keep on checking back for a link, of PHOTOS,
coming soon
:)
the new webmasters society eh?
The previous webmasters had set the legend of being the sharpest and most tech savy student socitey in FAST. and they all had to graduate, woh bhi aik saath... DUHH!
now what, we have a THAND 'P'. 'P' bole toh... President. Henna Amaan
aur aik addad 'VP', VP boley toh, Vice President
"GD" bole toh Graphic Design head, Ammar Faheem
and aik adad BURGER senior. Faisal Abidi.
I saw him on my first day in FAST, and i was like, ooOOOoOOO BURGER hey, i must stay away...
and now, 2.5 years from that day, this guy mingles up with me sooo much, keh i am used to telling every guy, FAISAL is the sweeetest MAN alive, in karachi.
ASAD bhai...
bole toh CHEETAH, aur woh bhi koi chota mota nahein
pooooore 2 CORE 2 Duos hein iskeh pass..
aur aik laptop bhi :P
the guy, who helped me in EVERY thing, i must say, EVERY thing when we initiated DIGITALEYEZ
UZAIR JAWED / OSAMA Khalid
Hardcore CODERS....
mustafa, osama jabbar, tabish, maisum. the freshmen kaakas of WM.
yeh tha INTRO WM ka.
ab shuru hoti hey baaat WMs keh TEERON ki.
WM ne aik teer mara, chota se, in first semester, Software Freedom Day, jo keh kaafi nishaane per laga.
then doooosra teeer planing mein hee tha, ALL PAKISTAN PHOTOGRAPHY COMPETITION.
we had a meeting, all the WMs, and Ammar was like, MAKE IT huge, be it on national level, and i thought, he must have gone nuts, just a handfull of people and he wants to have a NATIONAL event.
though the idea was tempting enough, toh we all agreed.
Budget scene....
Uni approves 30,000/-
WOW! a national event with 30,000/-
Rafi sahab, kuch ziaada nahein hogaye paisey. :P
Then, hamari 'P' assigns us the posts.
Ammar >>> Event Management
Faisal >>> Public and Guest Relations
Asad >>>> Decor Head } Photgraphy Comp. deputy
Talha Ghouri >>> Media and Marketing Head
huh!
*coughs*
ME, Mohammad Talha Ghouri, and media and markeing head?
yah!
right!
DUH!!
and i dont even know how to talk in angraizee...
but Henna and my team had trust on me, and i tried my best. Contacted every single senior i knew for tips and stuff.
Even went to Lubna Baji's place.
then the event happenings got started.
Which looked like an easy task wasnt that easy. the first step was to setup a teaser at the main visible points. A banner at SCHON and another at NIPA was enuff to entice ppl.
i got them printed on ADHOC bases.
ab we have to get IN ppl to asssist us, manage the event.
Volunteer call
nobody shows up, here comes SUALAT, the man, the SOCIAL guy, we asked him to get in some public, and here they are, the team is finaly formed.
kuch masle, kuch phadde huey. PR work came to a hault, and it pissed me off real bad, i m not much of a BADTAMEEZ guy, and i DO respect my seniors, but that day, pata nahein what happened, i blew up at Faisal bhai. sorry... faisal bhai
now the khuwari times begin.
Sponsor meetings, calls, car, bus, rickshaw, on foot khuwari.
my car getting a break down in b/w shahra-e-faisal, TPS ppl humiliating us, Sponsors rejecting our offers, many of them, latkaofying us.
but it was fun. Thank YOU FARRUKH ALI BAIG
he was there for moral, financial and transporational support for me, every time.
now.. we went on the PR trips.
NED, UIT, SSUET, KU, IVS, IU, AIOU, SZABIST, KSA, AGHA KHAN, AVICENNA, CAMS, SBS, CBM, BIZTEK, KIET, MAJU, PRESTON, KGS, CITY SCHOOL
kahan kahan nahein khuwaari kaaati yaar...
skipped meals, woke up all nights for digitaleyez, each and every person involved, showed the same zeal.
then the FLOWER scene happens, as the previous post says...
and i blacked out!
farrukh... calling me thrice a day, GHOURI, tu theek toh hey na, khaana khalia...
and i was like... "hmmm..." all the time.
my side of work came to a halt for a week, and then.... EXAMS
wow!!
saara time DigitalEyez, aur jo time parhne ko tha, us mein.... BLACK OUT!
result.... Fs, yah.... BIG FUCKING Fs
kher hey... F na ho toh result ka maza nahein aata..
then... SWWOOOOSH!
again DE adrenaline booosted... PR trips, sponsorship meetings
and what not...
again and again and again and again.
i was never a marketeer, but my seniors' trust brought one out of me, as Azim yasin, said on his blog, HIS TRUST on me, gave me the confidence, the power of being in the ExComm -Executive Commitee, the feeling of having the decision making power made me do the wonders.
I asked him to sign the legal doc, with his name, and he asked me, keh U R THE HEAD, u SIGN it.
The senior who hardly knew me and i didnt know him much either, trusts me big time, i tried my best to reach upto his expectations.
got a handsome amount of spnsorship money thru
CANON
NUVICA
TPS
KALSOFT
CONNECT Communications
WACOM
some paid CASH, and some bartered.
but all in all, i managed to bring in resources.
TLC Part - The Literary Club
IMRAN Malick, TLC P, P boley to President, we decided to merge eXpressions with DIGITALEYEZ, so that we can have some more activity on campus, and TLC can go NATIONAL, and it turned out to be a HUGE Success.
TLC had a blast on that day, the creativity, the VENUE, the music, the comp. AAATANK!
the WAY IMMY bhai used to call, HAAN BACHEY!
it was WOW
:D
Last day tensions
as we marketed, we wud be giving away CASH prizes for TLC, the faculty didnt approve enough budget, Henna comes to me, "talha, we are short of funds"
i was like... its ok, i'll try to get IN some Stalls, and we can support TLC's prize money with that.
islie i kicked my SELFSTART again.... and kept on trying to get sponsors. NIKON, LINK, WATEEN, the rejections didnt really make me looose the confidence,
and hence, 12 hrs for the event to start, we get a 25k deal from KALSOFT.
pheww!!
i called AMMAR at once, told him the thing... and he went
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
lol!
i can imagine the current in him at the moment.
that day, me and farrukh left our homes at 8:00am
and entered back at 3:00 am
18 hrs
skipped meals, skipped sleep and kept on driving around the city
this is just an example of the khuwaris we did
saddar> regal chowk > burns road > pakistan chowk > tower > shershah > tower > saddar > regal chowk > shershah > saddar > cantt > DHA > Baloch colony > Nursery > Dolmen mall > Dha > Regal > Pakistan Chowk > regal > impress market > urdu bazaar > pakistan chowk
this whole trip was done in a day only.
then... azim bhai left for UNI, i came home, started cutting chat papers, sticking photos, 200+ photos, took the whole ngiht.
farrukh came at 7:00am again, left for uni, pasted the photos.
9:00 am
TRIIING!!
i cant believe it, its actually happening, it IS happeing, DigitalEyez has started already. I litterally thought keh am dreaming, the feeeling cant be explained in words, our baby, DE, a dream, coming to reality, participants kept on coming in, the increasing rush on campus. WOW!
its sooooo beautiful.
atlast... the event happened.
though some messups happened, but this is the time to learn, next year, we'll be more prepared, more experienced.
I love u team
I really DO
i thank you everyone who was there to assist us in DigitalEyez
specially
rafi bhai
henna amaan
azeem yasin
faisal abidi
asad
farrukh
ammar faheem
arasalan
uzair jawed
osama khalid
mustafa
farrukh zafar
mubasshir ali
yasir safir
ahmed sameem
anum butool
tasmyah
hina khursheedi
hamza bhai
hamza zafar
farheen
basmah
anum
sidra
ali zaidi
bina khan
ASADULLAH janu
sualat
furqan
mateen
iftikhaar
saad bhai TLC
Imran malick
rameez bin saaeed
Lubna BAJI
Ali Raza Shaikh
imad qamar
adeel asad
midhat zehra
my MOM, who bared with me, all the FUSS
my telephone, who recieved 150+ calls in a day, for a week
my computer
my printer
my car
farrukh's high roof
mera mechanic
the police wala who trashed my car's glass
my doodhwala
my electrician
my cat, for skipping the ME-O breakfasts, coz i didnt buy her one,
and what else?
keep on checking back for a link, of PHOTOS,
coming soon
:)
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
heart break story!
its 1 in the morning,
am not sleepy enough to go to bed, neither am in the moood of having a usual BETHAK with my friends on appartment stairs.
its 26th of March 2008 now.
and probably, these might be the worst days of my life...
life has been screwing up my ass these days... and am soooo pissed off, feel like jumping off my 9th floor's balcony.
i have a feeling that i m jinxed. q?
pata nahein, am running out of words here... but i WILL blog this. why? because, if in future i ever forget this feeling, this post will be there to remind me...
it all started last week, just like resident evil, aik choti si ghalti, and then chain of incidents keep on occuring, bloody zombies munching on ur ass every now and then...
its almost the same, my FATE replaces the zombies here. i bet those zombies wud have been a li'l more merciful
all this what happened these days, was destined since last summer
when i fell into a crush.
i read in some URDU novel, banda phisalta to khubsurati ko dekh ker hee hey, mohabbat to baad mein hoti hey
i dont really know keh mujhey mohabbat hui ya nahein, but! phisla to mein tha
NED University
10 months.
10 MONTHS!
being very unsocial with girls, i accept i dont know how to approach a girl, and i thought internet might come in handy
after a couple of sessions, SHE BLOCKING me, ME HACKING into her account, UNBLOCKING me, it ended up, me being a dheet, and she being he lachaar.
though.. it was not a decent act, little hello-hi chat sessions got started.
khair, thats another side of the story...
but it got along quite smoothly till march 3rd week.
i had a coundown placed on my every single remindin device, for her bday, though i didnt need it. it was on my mind all the time!
then...
the weekend, the worst of my life started.
my car broke, got overloaded with digitaleyez stuff, hectic driving routines, paying guests ran away, marketing meetings, late night driving routines, and then... ran into some drunk police walas...
who smashed my car first, and then ME.
still an ear of mine, is part deaf!
the very next day, Public Relation stuff, subah 8:00 baje se
UIT
SSUET
NED - 5 departments
KU- 2 Depts
KSA
SBS
CAMS
Aptech
Arena
IBA
then
park towers for lunch..
a hectic day it was
and thats the place where the real shit started happening...
the flower boutique there... had the most beautiful flowers, i have ever seen in my life, on display.
i bought them right away, and dispatched to HER, on the birthday. the intentions were just to give her a surprise, and the obvious happened. it became a disaster for her.
i have NO idea, how can i ever act this lame, this in-decent.
pata nahein, how bad the scene wud have gone at her place.
i hope she didnt cry...
it makes me feel sooo bad, it stabs my soul just to imagine her crying.
her mother called up, scolded me, i reacted in the most decent way i cud, and gave my apologies.
i never intended to humiliate anyone, or make fun of her.
that moment, i was in a shock, tried to call back then, but no one answered the call.
the very thing i found was, she deleted me from each and every socilizing community on internet, blocked me, and deleted me.
it was all expected...
i had this strange feeling since then... her cousin comes to me in campus today, aur bharam karata hey, i can do nothing in reply... coz i m the illict one here
i tried to give her an apology call, but she doesnt even want to talk, her male friend said, keh stop bothering her, and leave her alone.
am left wid nothing to do..
i cant let it go like that...
i wish her best of luck in life.
i pray, she'll never cry again.
but i wont let go that easily..
maybe not now..
but in future...
GOD do the rest and the BEST!
-Stupid Stalker (failed)
am not sleepy enough to go to bed, neither am in the moood of having a usual BETHAK with my friends on appartment stairs.
its 26th of March 2008 now.
and probably, these might be the worst days of my life...
life has been screwing up my ass these days... and am soooo pissed off, feel like jumping off my 9th floor's balcony.
i have a feeling that i m jinxed. q?
pata nahein, am running out of words here... but i WILL blog this. why? because, if in future i ever forget this feeling, this post will be there to remind me...
it all started last week, just like resident evil, aik choti si ghalti, and then chain of incidents keep on occuring, bloody zombies munching on ur ass every now and then...
its almost the same, my FATE replaces the zombies here. i bet those zombies wud have been a li'l more merciful
all this what happened these days, was destined since last summer
when i fell into a crush.
i read in some URDU novel, banda phisalta to khubsurati ko dekh ker hee hey, mohabbat to baad mein hoti hey
i dont really know keh mujhey mohabbat hui ya nahein, but! phisla to mein tha
NED University
10 months.
10 MONTHS!
being very unsocial with girls, i accept i dont know how to approach a girl, and i thought internet might come in handy
after a couple of sessions, SHE BLOCKING me, ME HACKING into her account, UNBLOCKING me, it ended up, me being a dheet, and she being he lachaar.
though.. it was not a decent act, little hello-hi chat sessions got started.
khair, thats another side of the story...
but it got along quite smoothly till march 3rd week.
i had a coundown placed on my every single remindin device, for her bday, though i didnt need it. it was on my mind all the time!
then...
the weekend, the worst of my life started.
my car broke, got overloaded with digitaleyez stuff, hectic driving routines, paying guests ran away, marketing meetings, late night driving routines, and then... ran into some drunk police walas...
who smashed my car first, and then ME.
still an ear of mine, is part deaf!
the very next day, Public Relation stuff, subah 8:00 baje se
UIT
SSUET
NED - 5 departments
KU- 2 Depts
KSA
SBS
CAMS
Aptech
Arena
IBA
then
park towers for lunch..
a hectic day it was
and thats the place where the real shit started happening...
the flower boutique there... had the most beautiful flowers, i have ever seen in my life, on display.
i bought them right away, and dispatched to HER, on the birthday. the intentions were just to give her a surprise, and the obvious happened. it became a disaster for her.
i have NO idea, how can i ever act this lame, this in-decent.
pata nahein, how bad the scene wud have gone at her place.
i hope she didnt cry...
it makes me feel sooo bad, it stabs my soul just to imagine her crying.
her mother called up, scolded me, i reacted in the most decent way i cud, and gave my apologies.
i never intended to humiliate anyone, or make fun of her.
that moment, i was in a shock, tried to call back then, but no one answered the call.
the very thing i found was, she deleted me from each and every socilizing community on internet, blocked me, and deleted me.
it was all expected...
i had this strange feeling since then... her cousin comes to me in campus today, aur bharam karata hey, i can do nothing in reply... coz i m the illict one here
i tried to give her an apology call, but she doesnt even want to talk, her male friend said, keh stop bothering her, and leave her alone.
am left wid nothing to do..
i cant let it go like that...
i wish her best of luck in life.
i pray, she'll never cry again.
but i wont let go that easily..
maybe not now..
but in future...
GOD do the rest and the BEST!
-Stupid Stalker (failed)
Monday, April 02, 2007
IEEE NETCom 2007, a SUCCESS atlast!!
official url
http://khi.nu.edu.pk/subsites/netcom/
hey guys, me again
so punters... the hottest thing going on the previous days in UNI was NETCOM 2007, organized under/with the affiliation of IEEE, and under the keen sights of our MIGHTY SENIORs 8-P, we made this thing a success in the END =D
NETCom ka charcha UNI mein shru hua, 40 days before the planned event date!
I had no idea keh kia scene hey, kiun scene hey, kahan se scene hey, aur kis ka scene hey, buss... aik senior, jis ko i HARDLY knew, comes to me and says "ur gonna make a website in 2-3 days for NETCOM, and SUMAIR Zafar is ur head!"
eh?!?!
excuse me?!
webdesing, eh?
and SUMAIR Zafar? 'MY' head?
oye SUMAIR tujhey !~#$%^&*)( aata hey?? 8-P chalo khair...
this senior ended up in being the most jaano seniors of them all... and he was OBAID bhai! i am not gonna forget the way he asks u to do something!
"GHOURI! ho jaega na, ANTHAM! wala!???"
"SOMI.. karde yaar! outclass "
the shine in his eyes, and the passion for the event, OUTSTANDING !!!!we joined the team, when outa 4000 students in FAST khi, hardly 30-40 guys knew keh a THING is gonna happen on 31st march! and everyone came asking me sumair or farrukh keh KIA scene hey!made a chalaoo chaapa site in 3 days, it got approved and we started working....we joined the NETCOM mailing list, or yahan se PANGA shru hua,
Ammar, a TE guy, my fav. too, really has terrific design skills, ghalti yeh hui, he designed a GREEN template :P and I comment-ed keh it looks like, as if the template is bemaar(sick!)iski translation logon ne ghalat ki, aur thooooora sa mahool kharaab hua, i am really very sorry ammar... ur really a gem of person!
no harsh feelings yaar, please ^_^ but ammar did really a sexy job guys, its HIM, really HIM, who gave NETCOM, the shashkaas, it deserved, the logo, the design, the theme, the creative work...
SEXCELLENT!
hatss off!
as the event date came closer, rush started increasing in the NETCOM HUB, aur us tooofaan ne ONLINE room ko bhi ghere mein le lia!loooked like, as if, SAB AWAAMI chal raha hey. i bunked classes, bunked labs, aur masti mein time pass karne, online room mein enjoyed the chit chats, the discussions...
2 freshmen punters, Areeb and sohaib got in, nice fellas really, helped alot, being 0% experienced, they did really a gr8 job!
zoraze bhai!.. the MUNSHEEE... i m really impressed yaar... the way he and arsalan used to do HISAB KITAAb, yeh paisay kahan gaye, woh kahan gaye!
donno keh Rabia baji ki post kia thi, but she was always motivating... thru her smile.... i wonder, her jaws never hurt, she keeps on smiling always!
Faisal bhai!
HATS OFF!!! the way this guy fought for netcom, didnt see it live, but JITNA SUNA HEY, us se idea ho gaya! he is really a WARRIOR :P BARA BARA WARRIOR!
Munir bhai... JEYE!!! yeh toh apna punter hey!! Event se aik din pehle! raat mein 10pm, call aati hey..UNI jaana hey!
abey!!! paagal hey kia!! =D
damN! believe me u guys, raat keh 11:00pm, kharadar ki JAM PACKED streets mein, gaari chalana, woh bhi tab, jab DAAWAT-e-ISLAMI ne tooofan machaya hua ho! its one hell of a job, really! :P
raat ko 1:00 baje UNI pohnchey! almost got killed on the highway! UNI mein toh bhai! RONAQ MELA!! har banda aise kaam kar raha hey, jese apne VALIMA ki tayyari kar raha ho! so much dedication, passion and what not! excellent!
event start hone mein 2 hrs baaki hein, TIE pehen kar, perfume lagane keh baad bhi kaam karwaya yaar :P chaandniaan bichae tables per! =P
really enjoyed the thing!event shooted off GOOD! Guest of honors, as usual, LATE!! but competetion start hogaye! didnt get the chance to visit all the competitions, but e-Zenith mein really maza aaya,
RAKESH Bhai! excellent planning done yaar..! AS good as expected! but A/C rooms mein hota, toh it wud have been better, with STOOLS provided to the participants!
Short Movie/animation contest was about to start. Lubna baji was like " talha, car hey?" haan hey, "please pencils laa do, rubber wali!"
eh?! O_O
but the way she asked, "OOO SHOOO SWEETT,, please laado na" koi bhi laade... sirf 5 pencils keh lie 2 saal baad, poooora BHAINS COLONY chaan mara, in my car... can u believe it! pooore BHAINS COLONY mein RUBBER wali pencils nahein mil rahi...
Farrukh was like, " oye, tie pehen ker, car mein ghoom rahey hein, log samjheinge zameen khareedne aae hein" :P
itni sakht garmi, us keh ooper, car ka A/C went BYE BYE!aur 5 pencils ka sawaal hey bhai! bari mushkil se, found a book shop, pencils khareede and headed back, half way back, **screeeeeech** *brakes*
"oye! yeh sharp kis se kareingey O_O ? ?? ?!?!?!" phir waaapis gaye, Sharpner lene,belive mein guys, BHAINS colony ka chakkar laga hee lo, bara interesting area hey :P
now the moment came! jab mera DUMBOOO hogaya!
i participated in the Animation comp."POSTAmazers araha hey" yeh toh sunne mein aa hee raha tha, but when i saw, keh unke 2 BIG Desginers are the jugdes, i backed off. coz my thing wasnt worth displaying in front of them. i even asked YASIR, SAAD, keh bhai MAT LAGA meri animation mat laga, but masti mein they showed it up!
got caught! keh chaapa scenes, chaapa story!
didnt get INSULTED really, but yah, kuch izzat bhi nahein hui!
uske baad, thori tabyat bemaar si hogaye, coz i was up whole night! was really really tired, no naashta no nothing, and i had my car with me, agar thori der aur rukta, toh i wudnt be able to drive BACK home, is lie left the campus early at 4.
today is MONDAY! first day after the event, UNI mein enter hote heee, every other eye was staring me! kahin koney se awaaaz aae, oye cheater!!!
:-/
ab yeh toh chalega... woh bhi pooore 3 saall, have to bare with it! but the saddest part is, keh rumours have spread around the whole campus, keh GHOURI ko zaleel kardia, uski baja di, rota hua gaya hey, audi se nikaal dia and what not!aaj sab ka sab suna! will say nothing! dont feel like giving explanations to every other person, and why shud i even do so?
i dont give a $#!t
though am a picture freak, but didnt get much time for pics then... but jitni bhi pics hein, they are available at http://picasaweb.google.com/geekydevil
all in all, EVENT was a big success!
i know... keh mein ne poooori kahani mein HASEEB bhai ka zikr nahein kia...woh islie, coz this guys hardwork cant be explained in words dude! Haseeb bhai ki puppian toh 2 saal se sun hee raha hun, i was already his BIG BIG BIG Fan 1 saal se, but i m in LOVE with this guy NOW!!HASEEB bhai!ur really and idol doooood!
i love u!
we all do!
not sure about the chicks though ! =P
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Monday, March 26, 2007
You know, ur in Karachi when.....
You know you are from Karachi when...
1. You get shocked when someone stops at a yellow light
2. You never really know what to say when someone asks youwhat there is to see in Karachi
3. You give "missed calls"
4. You've never really seen a tourist
5. Its December and you attend 5 mehndis/shaadis in one nightand end up meeting the same people at each of them
6. You use the phrases "kya scene hai?" or "scene on hai"
7. You still have some of Everest Videos movies and don't planto return them
8. You've met a Parsi
9. You feel you never have to wait in line if you are with"lay-diss" (ladies)
10. You've bought a DVD of a movie that hasn't even been releasedyet
11. You actually go "out for coffee"
12. You used to go for tuition even though didn't need them
13. You categorize people as "burgers" or "melas
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1. You get shocked when someone stops at a yellow light
2. You never really know what to say when someone asks youwhat there is to see in Karachi
3. You give "missed calls"
4. You've never really seen a tourist
5. Its December and you attend 5 mehndis/shaadis in one nightand end up meeting the same people at each of them
6. You use the phrases "kya scene hai?" or "scene on hai"
7. You still have some of Everest Videos movies and don't planto return them
8. You've met a Parsi
9. You feel you never have to wait in line if you are with"lay-diss" (ladies)
10. You've bought a DVD of a movie that hasn't even been releasedyet
11. You actually go "out for coffee"
12. You used to go for tuition even though didn't need them
13. You categorize people as "burgers" or "melas
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Sunday, March 25, 2007
Treat got FUCKED up !
hey guyz, my day started with excellence... coz of the dream i told u..
if u have no idea, about what dream i am talking about, check out the post below this...
Baad mein, balcony mein gaya, toh pata chala keh DAAWAT-e-Islami ka juloos hey bhai!
chalo khair!
roads sab bandd!
My treat was due at pizza next, millenium mall, 4:00 pm, toh got ready, put on my pants, shirt, and then called Ahmed.
Neechey utar kar pata chala keh chowkidaar took my car keys and went to SHERSHAAH!!crap!
ab! kia KARUN!!!
bhai.. rickshaw pakra, aur Millenium pochnchey...
sab se pehle washroom ki rasoomaaat poori ki, then haat muun dhone keh baad, started our window shopping, AON and AHMED SHAH were with me. Spotted Somi and Ferrukh thr.
Farrukh was really looking a BOY today, warna toh saala poora mard lagta hey =D
PIZZA NEXT jaa kar bethey, and started wating which never ended...
20-25 min baad i got bored, we all camer out, sab ne cigerrete jalai, and call ahmed chota... he was in the way tht time... Cigerretes ka kia hey, foran khatam ho jaae...
baad mein dubara piizza next mein waiting and wating and wating...
but no one showed up except ahmed chota, tht made ur total of 6 guys
-Ahmed Chota
-Farrukh
-Somi
-ME
-Aon
-Ahmed Shah
jab keh i invited all of these ppl
-Osama
-Asad
-basit
-salman
-moiz
-aon
-ahmed
-JD
-Mani
-farrukh
-somi
-ahmed chota -rameez
-obaid
-paracha
-kk
-mirza
-butool
-sheza
-anam
-humera
-farah
-muneeba
-sana
-komal
out of the 25 ppl
only 5 showed their asses there...
yeh log paagal hein, jo time nikaal kar aae, mein paagal hun, jo ulloooo keh pathhon ki tarhan wahan wait karta raha?
but jinhon ne TOPI de di... woh toh paagal ho hee nahein saktey, coz unke toh bohat bhaari hein
right?
ham unke bharamzz kahan se utha sakein ge?
i got only 3 sms's back, keh kuch problem hey, i cant come!baaki 17 loggg kia kuttey bech kar marr gaye?
i really got disappointed today!
i dont have words.. like... I was gonna pay, u only had to eat SHIT!
mujhey koi award nahein mil raha tha, i only wanted a quality time with friends!
DUH!!
not gonna waste more of my energy noW!!
Thanx to my punters who really came!
thank YOU! yaar..
i LOVE U!
i really enjoyed the time
Pizza next keh baad indulge mein bhi maza aaya....
=)
thanx!
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my Dream girl !!!!
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I read in a book, not sure which one, keh u cant see or imagine a COLOR/face, in ur dreams which u havent seen even once in ur lifetime...
its 1:44pm right now, and i just woke up from my bed at 1:20.
I rushed to my computer to post on the blog, b4 i forget about the best dream of my life..
it was like, i am in Lahore, nobody told me keh it was LAHORE, but i got the feeling, keh LAHORE hee hey, and then, she, the girl, the girl of my dreams, she comes to me. I cant forget the looks, the charming, glowing face, the makeup, the lipstick, the earing she was wearing, the perfurme she was wearing, i STILL can smell it. Her face, it didnt resemble any of the girls i know, even a single bit. I wonder, kaun thi, it was a LOOOOONG sweeet dream, we went for a long drive, took millions of pics, met her mom and sister too, BONANZA mein :P
jo bhi hey... i really cant forget this girl till the end of this world...
i wish, real life mein, i get the same girl...
AMEN!
i cant forget her simplicity
i cant forget her cuteness
i cant forget her glowing face
i cant forget her breath
i cant forget her cherry lipstick
i cant forget her smell
i cant forget her TOCUH!
aahhhh!!!!!!
i wish i wud have kissed her,
pata nahein kiun nahein kia! =(
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Tuesday, March 13, 2007
TLC arranges an INTER-UNI Debate competetion, and .....
Yo!
friends... =)
The Literace Club organized a Debate competetion at FAST Main campus, and.... obviously i volunteered =D !!q?q?
Q??
aiwaaeein... coz am a farigh banda, and all my friends who were with me are FAARIGHer than me :P.
well... the day started smoothly, first of all, in the morning, as usual, my car didnt start easily, 10 min ki mehnat keh baad, car start hui, toh i called rowaid to ask him to wait for me at the bus stop, but bhai ka postpaid connection, and its suspended coz of no bill payment !
Called babar, bichara raaste mein bus se utar gaya, and i picked him up on the way.
I was loooking sexy maaan!!! :D
but SOMI ki baat hee alag hey, mujhey toh complex hota hey bhai! really, koi BANDA itna chikna kese hosakta hey :P
Among the seniors, the HOST guy, donno his name, he IS the cutest guy in FAST, beleive me U
But LUBNA Baji, and Rabia baji were looking really good today!
Mehwish saleem keh toh bharam hee khatam nahein ho rahey they, kher... aranging his kinda event is not tht easy in know!Lubna baji asked me, somi and raamu to stand at the main gate for reception thing, and escort the participants to the AUDITORIUM.
aaah!!! 2 hrs in the sunlight, damN!! mera GORA RANGG!!! gaya!!
DUH!
:P
met osama the real way after soo many days, i really miss him, aik hee UNI mein hone keh bawajood milne ka moqa nahein milta...
Debates were not that impressive, sab bachon ki tarhan speeeches de rahey they, none of them were presenting like UNI goers...
got to read one of the forms, filled by PAF KEIT's ppl annonymously, and.. MANN!!
u shd have read it...
itni burai FAST ki toh FASTians bhi nahien kartey,.... UFFF!!!
felt like kicking tht guys ass
really :D
in the end it was good, bus aik DUMBOOO hogaya....
in the end, the results got mixed up, like they gave the first prize to the wrong girl...donno what happened after tht, coz i zipped from the scene...
GIRL se yaad aaya, the girls were bas normal!
not like, we were expecting, expecting as in HOT BOMBS :D
jahan se sab se ziaada umeed thi, CBM, wahna se 2 particpants aae, tht too in BURKA! :D
mashallaah!
but phir bhi yaaar :D
and u shd have checked out the teacher who came with the CAMS ppl, man!! she was HOT or what !
aisa lag raha tha, keh uska tailor karpa khaagaya, aadhe kapron mein...
AON studies at CAMS
end mein woh bhi FAST agaya tha, and ittefaaq se, tht teach MA'am SANA is his instructor too...
bhai ka time toh bara acha guzra... he was like, MA'Am aaye, mein aapko fast ghumaao :D
the conclsion is, bari mehant ki, khaapa acha tha LAROSH ka...
event was good, the participants were moslty PHUSS!!
but FASTians were all ON, ON as in.. full charged...
acha maza aaya...
aur mujhey pata hey, keh tum log abhi tak parh rhaye ho toh bore bhi hogaye hoge :P
i'll post the pics sooon...
as ssooon as rameez gives me :D
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