awardies awardies awardies ..... :D

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hey!

yeh blogworld nhn... INDIAN cinema hogaya... where the last months in the calendar, get the TV Channels bombarded with award shows. KADDU AWARDS, BAINGUN AWARDS, TIMATAR Awards... and what not....
Hina started spreading the contagious award fever, which routed thru Lubna baji to me!

I dont have too many people on my blogroll... toh instead of BLOGROLL awards, am giving out my personal favorites' awards... just a token of gratitude towards my friends.
these arent in any particular order... but on first thought, first written basis.
PS if u dont find urself in the list... ur either busy enough to be in sight... toh outa sight, outa mind.... OR... ur asshole enough for me... to not recall ur name right now!

Syed Sumair Zafar..... for being the BEST friend out there, to share secrets, knowledge, info, tech talk, dirty sms, filthy chats and out of the world hangouts. My venture partner too! *smooooches* :P

Furrukh Ali Baig..... for being the most hoshyaar chand banda of my circle... everytime showing hoshyari around.

Jawwad Ghaznavi.... the oldest friend am in touch with.. STILL. Being in touch means a lot more than sharing sms and a bit of hello and hi on internet.

Rowaid Bin Farooq.... or ROBIN as we say it, half mulla, half disco :D... is sitting besides me right now... eating up the MICROPROCESSORs INTERFACING book and handouts.. coz we have an exam in about 20 min. I am too fed up of studying my books now, i can't even bare his'...
GO ROBIN GO ! hes always there for true friendly mashwaras, his CHACHAs' stories and religious advices.

NajmusSaqib Feroze..... one sun of a gun who i still MISS. this guy was wid me for not more than 3 months.. and left a lasting impression. he dumped the darling FAST for NED, xunny ur one bigg time kutta aadmi.

Khizar Masood..... am still on fone with him, he always ends up advising "GHOURI! kuch parhle yaar... please... and blah blah blah" and he's doing the same right now. A guy from my class since 2005, but it took some time for us to be friends.

Osama Ali.... osama MUCHARR!!!! ya MACHARR... dono hee lagta hey yeh :P. A really literate kind of a guy, a great analyst of the not so distant future, talks a lot, and talks sane too, is a totally ANTI-JEW banda and is desperately dieng to kill some jew asses :P. This banda only looks a dhakkan maila... but is a full time burger bun, with panwari moustache, and skinny body and a head FULL of knowledge. I can bet on him keh he knows all the JEWish shit going on since last 6000 years :P

Mahmood Zubair... BABLOO... or BUBBLES as we like to say it.... the cutest banda from Computer Systems engineering, the guy who can make u smile/laugh even when HE is crying :D

Osama Nasir.... KUTTAA!! KAMINA!! THARKII!!!! tu ja kar butool se dosti kar... ! grrr....!!!!

Syed Ahmed Hussain.... had been one of the the BEST FRIENDs for 3 years... ended up to be the most @$$holic person i ever knew !

Munir Usman....the BESTESTSTSTSTSTSTSTT senior i ever got! The best thing FAST gave me. He graduated more than a year ago, we still meet, we still talk, we still share ideas and he still advises me the best he can. THUNKKOOOO *hugs*

Ali Raza Shaikh....my IDOL, FASTian IDOL, the youngest entrepreneur I've seen LIVE and ALVIE :D, who has achieved so much, the career, the life i always dreamt of. Always there to advise me stuff, letting me know the hurdles one can face in his career and some funn talks. How can i forget the DATE WITH ALI RAZA SHAIKH... at 12 in the morning :P

Henna Amaan..... the 'P', the BIG "P" P bole to president.. woh be webmasters ki... DUH! imagine a student society.. with no fun at all... hell lot of politics and bitching going inside... ghouri trying to burp down the accounts money... members killing each other... a society who knows nothing btu CODES/Programming/Networks/Hacking and no Girl in it(till last semester) , how'd the PRESIDENT look like? UGLY BETTY i bet :D ... but its not the case with this girl. shes calm and polite, and can crack a joke like someones telling u shakespeare's poetry.

Nabia Kasaur..... YAYY!! chota !! paanch futya do(2) inch 5'2". really cool forografer. A girl who hardly talkss... yah.. she hardly talks.. when shes alone :P
The cutest girl in my chota sa grp with realllllyyyyy big hART and tendency to show gr8 "afoo wa dar-guzar"(read in urdu) Sorry Again dost !!!!! SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY :-$

Al-Hamra Khan..... the 'skipping walks' these days is busy in exams....the GURU.... fashion guru. Failed on me though... :P mere dushman ki best friend hey! But khair hoti hey.. no biggy... u know i luv ya! ;-)

Lubna Baji...... the sweeeeeetest thing FAST had got EVER. I love U lubbe baabu! Mujhey itni agraizeee nhn aati... warna 100-200 lines aur likhta....

AssadUllah.... mein chota sa aik bacha hun... per kaam karunga barey barey :D... a really awesome friend... with a tummy full of criticism. :D
kisi kaam mein keere nikaalne hon.. toh contact ASAD :d

Rabia Baji..... awwww....... ^_^ abhi mein aur kia bolun :D

Aon Ali..... the most maila friend in my neighbourhood... though there live many more mailaER log here... but they arent friends.... I used to ignore this guy to the extent of humiliation... didnt know the gem inside him. AONY!!!!! saeeein wadhera.... :D

Syed Asad Shah..... a true example of FRIEND out there...... thru thick and thin... barbaadi and khushhaali... party aur hangamey.... he was there wid me... supporting each other... we still go hands in hands. I wish u get married to the ONE :P

Murtaza munaaf..... kutta kamina khabees.... but chicken banda hey.. luv u!! :D

Azeem Yasin...... the only maila guy from Defence, with a nifty car, and a huge house in a really posh area(mashallah), he would love to come to the university in his dirty knickers, filthy flip flops, unshaved BOOOTHA, and un bathed body. My hacking idol :P
i didnt even know keh this guy existed in the world, he has sooo much potential.... but was soo low profile keh kisi ko pata hee nhn chala... it was then... when he got elected for the VP of our society. I was like WTF ?!!!! yeh kaun !@#$% hey! But I love u azeem bhai :D
isko toh azeem bhai bolte bhi sharam aati hey :P

Ahmed Jalbani...... another disco Mulla i know of :P
hahaha! met ahmed bhai on flickR, a year ago.. and obviously the world is too smalll.... kept on getting bumps in with him, he came to judge digitaleyez and then photography workshops. I owe alot to Ahmed Jalbani. hes a friend, a teacher and an inspiration. Whatever photography skills i have today, i have it coz of him. THunkooo ahmed bhai :)

that compiles up the awards and am already late for the exam by 20 min.
i hope they let me in the room. wese bhi kaunsa kuch likh kar aana... !

chao!!!

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WHY ?????????

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a post by a friend ....


(a tribute to all those who have lost their lives, gotten injured, and are still fighting the battle of ‘none’ for the cost of what??! A tribute to my brave heroic friend, Lt. Omar Salman Tirmizi)

There might be at least a hundred people that one comes across daily not pausing to think about their accomplishments or subsequent failures in life!!!But very few from that number of hundreds, their mysteriously ‘knowing’ smirk, that sparkle of eyes gets you, stop dead in your step, their very explicit sound - you know they are daredevils of nature.

These people create a ripple in your life, the way a pebble does to water only that your life would never be the same again. These people are your manifesting pride and you give them what they deserve of an exulting sense of credit!!

And so I do tonight, even though, knowing that my taking in pride in you and having a glowing feeling of gratification wouldn’t help you and is nothing compared to what you’ve been through and are going through now – but the least I can do now is to pray for you now, at this time of fajr that may Allah give you tranquility and strength at this hour of turmoil and gets you to your feet all well and even with more stronger will power and clearer vision of what you are destined to do.
AMEEN!

- Al-Hamra Khan
Fourth Year, Architectural And Planning,
NED Univeristy, Karachi.


Al-Hamra Khan can be reached at alhamra.khan@e-nnovators.net




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Random Laugh OFFs v2.0 !

This chat log is a prooof, keh we are the most farigh-ul-waqt humans in the world !

Mohammad Talha Ghouri dhoti le kar aana mere lie

Chota hehe...dhoti ya thobe?
hw abt a bellydancing outfit instead?
:D

Mohammad Talha Ghouri thobes toh hein variety mein mere pass :P
belly dancing 'gear' le aao
farrukh se kareinge
:D

Chota hahahha...
:D :D :D :D

Mohammad Talha Ghouri he has a LOT OF BELLY hanging out htere :P

AND this is what came out my artistic PICASSO skills :P

FARRUKH' Belly

FARRUKH in belly dancing suit :P

the KISS, the BLISS !!

it all happened the night before yesterday. I swear it wasnt planned, all what happened was impromptu, improvised.. a totally uncalled for happening.i had a looong day, a very long day, university, work, household chores and some financial issues with clients.
This all made me seek for some soltitude... so i put on some romantic songs on my computer, AC to full chill and laid down on my comfy computer chair. Mom went out to neighbours with my sister. Was alone at my place. it was about 11:00pm. This is when SHE came, yes SHE.

She is a usual roamer, drops by my place casually, no one minds that at home, she is so mingled up with us, specially me, that she doesnt need permission or has to inform us prior her visit. She doesnt even knock, to my fortune, the door was open too. With the chilled air in my room,and romantic songs going on, i was already in some mood, and she comes in with noiseless steps.
i felt someones presence in my room, opened my eyes, lowered the volume only to find her there, at the door, looking at me. Oh GOD, she never seemed this pretty to me before, the eyes, the big black round eyes, the shine of million diamonds in her eyes. we kept on staring each other. I founded her the prettiest one in the world that moment, i almost forgot to breathe then, started to sweat in an air conditioned room.

I wished this situtation wud never end, it was then. when she took her first step towards me, another one, and another one. slowly and beautifully she kept moving towards me, oh... the walk, the style, the way she carried herself... made me loose my control. My heart beat shot-up, breathing pumped up, she was very very close to me. I cudnt control, grabbed her from shoulders, moved towards me. NOW, i cud feel her warmth, i cud feel her heart, i cud feel her breath, i cud feel her. She didnt blink the whole time, my love towards her came out of a sudden... i made my grip even stronger... didnt want her to leave, with pain.. she "aahh..."ed.
I didnt show any mercy... neither she wanted some. We both wanted it to happen. I moved slowly towards her face, she was still in my grip, the hair.... they were not hair, they felt like SILK strands, so soft, the silky, such a beauty. I loved playing with them while she was there in my hands, she liked it even more. Finally she gave herself to me... quited resisting... and gave me herself.

She wanted more, but i wanted all.Finally i moved towards her face, closer and closer, she smelled like french fragrance, seemed like she had a bath recently. the moist hair...aahhh.. and then i kissed her. the blissfull kiss. my god. it was the best. after the happening.... she rubbed herself against me in love and moved out of the roomm... ppurrrriiiinnnggg!
um....
yah...
purriiinngggg! :-^
y?
yes... she was smoky... my cat?
kiun?
what did u think?
haaww....
dirty mind :P

random laugh offs!!

i had a chat with Chota Badmaash, 2 in the morning
and we made this on MSN Messenger. These drawings made me laugh to tears, may not be as hilarious for you guys, specially those who dont know ennovators, but am sharing it any way!

:D

Al-Hamra Khan.......................... Talha Ghouri .......................... Furrukh Ali Baig

paanch FOOTYA, 2 inch.
CHOTA BADMAASH
with her maindyaaan!.

Why Study for exams ??????

Why Study For Exams.... Are they not about what you know, not about how much you can cram into your head the night before?

those who agree, raise their hands :D

got this thru an SMS today!

itni shiddat se mein ne PASS honay ki koshish ki hey,
magar har professor ne mujhey FAIL karne ki saazish ki hey.

hamare Exams bhi na, bilkul indian films ki tarhan hote hein
aakhir mein saaaab acha hojata hey, aur agar aisa na ho toh, iska matlab hey

papers abhi khatam nhn huey, supply abhi baaqi hey mere dost!



this post is dedicated to THE friends, chota badmash and Al-Hamra khan, who are totally freaked out about their short attendance during the past session.
Courtesy to Henna Amaan for the painting, no rights reserved though, coz its a copied idea itself :P, and i've put this image in here without any prior permission as well. Now pray she does'nt kill me :D

Ramadan Kareem!

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Assalamualaikum Seeedi !
means...
Blessings on u sir :)


Ramadan is here, 4 days have already been passed. Roza(fasting) is somewhat a tough task for students of FAST(my university).
A normal day starts with sehri at 5:00, namaz at 6:00, bath at 6:30, and FASTian surprises wala bus travel at 7:15.
Classes commence on from 8:30am and with breaks and free slots, extends till 3:15pm. Then again... an hour long journey to home switching two diff buses on route. a round trip of 55kms and a whole day full of hectic routine at FAST Uni makes u a lazy guy in the end of the day.

Guys like me act as MONSTERS who have been captivated for centuries and attacks on the food like anything!

I shot this photo on a punchline which came to me today.
Sharing with u guys here.


14 hrs of FASTing, for a FASTian, in FAST, is a total death for the Samosa on iftar table.

THATS IT !!!!!!!!!

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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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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.


:)

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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.

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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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 :

http://www.techelite.org.pk/

http://www.procom.org.pk/

Thank You Technology !

Thank You technology!


:P

what?
are u still reading this ???????/??


go and watch the VIDEO man !!!

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
:)

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
:)