(Scene: House is looking neat and clean. All dressed up. Tea is being served with other accessories. I am in my pink dress with dupata on my head. Three ladies are searching some thing on my face. Yes it's my postmortem).
Lady with kid: What is your name?
I told her.
Lady without kid: When did you complete your M.A.?
Oho she's is going to guess my age. I am not at all conscious about my age. But I always enjoy this Guess-My-Age Game. So I was on my marks.
Me: two or three years before (em' clever naa)
Lady without kid (to mom): How many kids do you have auntie? And what's their age difference?
(Mom replied breifly)
Lady without kid: And this kid? (she pointed towards Hassaan who was hiding behind me)
Mom: He is my elder's daughter's son. She has a daughter too.
Lady without kid: How old the daughter is?
(Mom gave me a guessing look...)
Me: She is 4 years elder than he.
Lady without kid: Fine fine.
(It seems she could not reach to the conclusion).
Lady without kid (to me): So you stay at home all the time after your Masters?
Me: No, I am doing a job.
(I complaint mom in eyes why she didn't tell them).
Lady with kid: Job? (shockingly) where?
I told her.
Lady without kid: where is your office? And what you do there?
I told her address and nature of my work which I am sure flied over her head. But I wanted to say that I am peon there. But I am scared of mom.
Lady without kid: What is your date of birth? (Guess-my-age Game is still going on :) )
Me: 9th July (hahaha she was expert enough to hide her irritation).
Lady without kid: wow you are cancerian too. My elder bhabhi is also cancerian. She (pointed to the lady with kid) and me were also born in July.
I should do some bhangra on this great news.
Lady without kid: What is your year of birth. (she's lost and I won the Guess-My-Age Game)
Me: 82
Lady without kid: Mine is 83. (she told passionately)
I smiled. She didn't notice that it was a dirty smile :)
Lady without kid: I am going to celebrate my 7th wedding aniversary. (replied with same passion)
Bhangraaaa.........but managed with smile.
Task is over.
Lady without kid:we should move now.
And they left. Have I mentioned before that I got really irritant with the extra ordinary beauty of Lady without kid. Her bhabhi was also very pretty. Another important point, their mother did not ask a single question. She did not participate in discussion in my presence. I have to buried my wish to hear her voice.
On that day I was little bit irritated but next day granny and I enjoyed this postmortem alot. Granny told me that some people like these came to see her aunt once. The sister of the boy was same like her. When abba gee asked auntie about her consent, she replied: "baqi tu sab teek hai par woh behan bari kalakaar thi". hahahaha I chose the name 'Kalakaar' for the Lady without kid.
Note: I might delete this post in future. ;p
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Islamabad is under attack again!
“A suicide truck bombing destroyed the packed Marriott Hotel in the city of Islamabad, Pakistan, on Saturday night.
The attack, which occurred near the Parliament building and the prime minister's home, killed at least 40 people and wounded another 200, police said.
People were still trapped in the hotel, which burst into flames after the explosion caused a natural gas pipe leak, officials said. The fire was still burning at 2 a.m., six hours after the blast, according to The Associated Press.
Rescuers worked to move bloodied bodies from the hotel but were forced to stop out of fear that the structure could collapse.
Details and the number of fatalities are still unclear because of conflicting initial reports. Officials said one or two vehicles was involved in the attack”.
They are not muslim. A true muslim can not kill himself and others. They are the astrayed people. I wish they could learn in their life what they would get hereafter for their brutal act.
The attack, which occurred near the Parliament building and the prime minister's home, killed at least 40 people and wounded another 200, police said.
People were still trapped in the hotel, which burst into flames after the explosion caused a natural gas pipe leak, officials said. The fire was still burning at 2 a.m., six hours after the blast, according to The Associated Press.
Rescuers worked to move bloodied bodies from the hotel but were forced to stop out of fear that the structure could collapse.
Details and the number of fatalities are still unclear because of conflicting initial reports. Officials said one or two vehicles was involved in the attack”.
The news struck all of us and left us speechless. The Live coverage is still haunting me.Oh my country is burning. I cannot take this anymore. Who these people are? How these people are convinced to sacrifise their own life? How these people take the lives so many innocent people? Do they know how many curses they received from the poor grieved relatives of dead people?
They are not muslim. A true muslim can not kill himself and others. They are the astrayed people. I wish they could learn in their life what they would get hereafter for their brutal act.
May Allah give peace to the souls of all deceased persons and give patience (Sabr) to all their relatives and also show them the right path to these astrayed people. Ameen
Marriott Hotel before bomb blast
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Quotes of the Day
Nothing makes a person more productive than the last minute.
A conclusion is simply the place where you got tired of thinking.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
A Rich Father-in-law Wanted
"If your father is a poor man, it is your fate but,if your father-in-law is a poor man, it's yourstupidity".
I read this phrase some where. It is really very interesting to observe the rising trend of boys (of course singles) and their families in search of some kinda rich or highly influential or bureaucrat or a civil servant or a politician or a mill owner or a landlord etc etc etc type of father-in-law. As far as girls are concerned, all types of gals are warmly welcomed if they fall in the above-mentioned father's category.
Few years back, Muhammad Ali's films and even the choti screen of that time showed us stories of a young man who is full of self respect and does not alter it at any cost even he accepts starving with open heart. We were used to hear such dialogues: "Naila! mijhay tumharay baap ka aik paisa bhi nai chahiay chahay mai bhuka mar jaoon". "mai apnay zoor-e-bazu par apnay karoobar karoon ga”. "Nai daddy! apko apki dualat mubarik ho, hum tu halal ki rukhi sukhi roti bhi kha lein gay paiyaaz k saath (onion) bas apni beiti ka haath meray haath mai de dein". “Abba Jaan! Ye sonay ka mehal aur chandi ke dewarein humein khush nai rakh saktiein, hum tu apni jhoonpari mai hi apni duniya basa lein gay”. On the heroine’s side: “Abba hazoor! Mai Anwar se nahi Amjad se hi shadi karoon gi dualat se har khushi nai khareedi ja sakti”. (jhooti)
It’s a wrong, unrealistic, insensible, indecent, irresponsible, illogical, pessimistic and self-destroying approach, in other words, kusfran-e-nemat. If you are going to have a rich father-in-law, it means you are amongst those few people who are bestowed with special blessings in this life. And those who do not think like that should realize how they could exploit themselves in fact cash themselves.
Lets collect some advantages of having a rich father-in-law:
1-If you’re engaged, try to delay your marriage because you could get as much expensive gifts of your choice as possible before marriage not for yourself only but for your family members too.
2-A splendid marriage, which will surely last forever in the minds of your peer group.
3-Huge expensive dowry, of course that is for their daughter but she would be your wife naa ……hmmm…….and there do not exist any yours and mines in husband wife relationship.
4-A honeymoon tour of your own choice, and you might get the tickets of Switzerland in your salami.
5-A heavy salami that could fill up your empty bank account and pocket (pockets of your shirt, jacket and trousers).
6-How could a daughter of such a rich man can travel without a zero meter car? Of course she needs it not you.
7-You could demand a house of her own just to provide an atmosphere of her home. She will definitely want to have interior as per her taste, that’s not your concern.
8-Who could stand against a telephone call from your father-in-law for your promotion?
9-And who could dare to stop your increment orders? (orders not order)
10-Only the name of your father-in-law is enough to make your business contacts.
11-It will be convenient to admit your kids in a renowned school even if they are nalaik. (fuck to these admission tests and interviews)
12-Celebrate each and every birthday and other functions of your family as your father-in-law find it easy to give some thing special to his daughter’s family.
13-Off and on foreign trips could not be so difficult. His daughter and her kids might get bored.
14-Finances are no problem for your business if you want your own setup nahi tu who will take care of your father-in-law’s business? His family is your family now and you should share his burden and accounts on human and sympathetic basis.
There are numerous benefits of having a rich father-in-law. You can also add more in these.
(Disclaimer: Only pun is intended in this Blog. I know you people are actually serving the rich families with no bad intention, only for social work. Aik din zaroor jaza milay gi.....lagay raho) :D
I read this phrase some where. It is really very interesting to observe the rising trend of boys (of course singles) and their families in search of some kinda rich or highly influential or bureaucrat or a civil servant or a politician or a mill owner or a landlord etc etc etc type of father-in-law. As far as girls are concerned, all types of gals are warmly welcomed if they fall in the above-mentioned father's category.
Few years back, Muhammad Ali's films and even the choti screen of that time showed us stories of a young man who is full of self respect and does not alter it at any cost even he accepts starving with open heart. We were used to hear such dialogues: "Naila! mijhay tumharay baap ka aik paisa bhi nai chahiay chahay mai bhuka mar jaoon". "mai apnay zoor-e-bazu par apnay karoobar karoon ga”. "Nai daddy! apko apki dualat mubarik ho, hum tu halal ki rukhi sukhi roti bhi kha lein gay paiyaaz k saath (onion) bas apni beiti ka haath meray haath mai de dein". “Abba Jaan! Ye sonay ka mehal aur chandi ke dewarein humein khush nai rakh saktiein, hum tu apni jhoonpari mai hi apni duniya basa lein gay”. On the heroine’s side: “Abba hazoor! Mai Anwar se nahi Amjad se hi shadi karoon gi dualat se har khushi nai khareedi ja sakti”. (jhooti)
It’s a wrong, unrealistic, insensible, indecent, irresponsible, illogical, pessimistic and self-destroying approach, in other words, kusfran-e-nemat. If you are going to have a rich father-in-law, it means you are amongst those few people who are bestowed with special blessings in this life. And those who do not think like that should realize how they could exploit themselves in fact cash themselves.
Lets collect some advantages of having a rich father-in-law:
1-If you’re engaged, try to delay your marriage because you could get as much expensive gifts of your choice as possible before marriage not for yourself only but for your family members too.
2-A splendid marriage, which will surely last forever in the minds of your peer group.
3-Huge expensive dowry, of course that is for their daughter but she would be your wife naa ……hmmm…….and there do not exist any yours and mines in husband wife relationship.
4-A honeymoon tour of your own choice, and you might get the tickets of Switzerland in your salami.
5-A heavy salami that could fill up your empty bank account and pocket (pockets of your shirt, jacket and trousers).
6-How could a daughter of such a rich man can travel without a zero meter car? Of course she needs it not you.
7-You could demand a house of her own just to provide an atmosphere of her home. She will definitely want to have interior as per her taste, that’s not your concern.
8-Who could stand against a telephone call from your father-in-law for your promotion?
9-And who could dare to stop your increment orders? (orders not order)
10-Only the name of your father-in-law is enough to make your business contacts.
11-It will be convenient to admit your kids in a renowned school even if they are nalaik. (fuck to these admission tests and interviews)
12-Celebrate each and every birthday and other functions of your family as your father-in-law find it easy to give some thing special to his daughter’s family.
13-Off and on foreign trips could not be so difficult. His daughter and her kids might get bored.
14-Finances are no problem for your business if you want your own setup nahi tu who will take care of your father-in-law’s business? His family is your family now and you should share his burden and accounts on human and sympathetic basis.
There are numerous benefits of having a rich father-in-law. You can also add more in these.
(Disclaimer: Only pun is intended in this Blog. I know you people are actually serving the rich families with no bad intention, only for social work. Aik din zaroor jaza milay gi.....lagay raho) :D
Unforgettable!!
I have to take few weeks to recover from this incident. It is not at all a comic incident as most of the members expect from me but it is such kind of thing that I can never forget. I can never forget the fear, the helplessness, my consolation and then my prompt re-action.
Few weeks back, I went to Anarkali with my mother for shopping. I usually avoid such over crowed bazaars especially on weekends. And meri kismat that it was a Saturday. As While wandering the Babar Market, I noticed that some was chasing me. I thought it might be my illusion as the market was flooded with all type of people mostly women. But there was some one. I got conscious and started walking carefully. I made my grip stronger on my handbag, and then kept it under my dupata. But my sixth sense was totally alarmed. I could not judge who was behind me. Suddenly, I was severely hit by some one’s shoulder. He was a young man with beard and seemed to me like one of the Talibans who had lost in Anarkali. He tried to hide himself in a nearby shop and succeeded to flee. It was now opened to me that he was not at all interested in my bag but in myself. I thought he would not come again but I was wrong. He remained following me the whole shopping trip. Where ever we went he tried to be with us like our shadow. I tried to be step ahead of my mother but she was extremely busy in the shopping and didn’t notice him and yes I could not tell her.
It was like a mouse cat show. I tried to near to me and each time I dodged him. But he was expert in hitting women that he again hit my shoulder. That time I hardly kept myself from falling. I forgot every thing. The shopping, the chat and dhai bhalla, every thing. I could not explain how much I felt helpless at that moment. I was complaining inside ya Allah I always request you to keep me away from such people but why again?? I was walking like robot behind my mother. I felt myself standing alone there. All my boldness and confidence flew away. I thought how much a woman is helpless that she cannot do any thing against such harassment. I don’t know how but a thought came to my mind that Allah helps those who help themselves. Then I started gathering shattered emotions thinking that what could I do and how?
I saw a policemen walking there. I thought I should tell him but he was already watching my indecently. What can I do?? Thinking thinking and thinking. Oh yes that molvi type man was still behind me and that hide & seek was going on. Now my helplessness turned into anger and then revenge. And some one was yelling inside me to do some thing and that I should not go without taking my revenge.
Shopping was over. Mama was searching for the rickshaw. We had to walk to the bus stop and he was still following us. Mama started negotiating with the rickshaw walay uncle and I was standing on the footpath. I noticed that he was in haste to do some thing again. I said to myself, On your marks, get set……….as he came close to me, I raised all my shopping bags and hit on his face with all my powers. (shopping bags included a water set, plates, shoes, a metal dust bean, etc, means all solid things). It was such a powerful attack that he fell down on the other side of the fence and started bleeding from his nose and mouth. He was shocked and could not move for some time. Then I shouted “you bloody….” Immediately switched to urdu……kuttay ullu k pathay tu kiya samjhta hai mai andhi hoon mijhay kuch pata nai chalta tu nay mijhay samjha kiya….” He gained his consciousness, stood up and fled like a bullet. I was thinking bas itni si baat thi ye mai pehlay kar leti tu shopping trip tu gharat na jata.
Everyone was stunned looking at me that what had happened her suddenly. I felt some one was beating drums in myself. I threw a victorious glance at the people standing there. A group of uni boys also ran away. Hahaha……people kept distance from me…….and mama was kiya hua bag cheen raha tha kiya mijhay kiyun nai bataya…wageira wageira…….she scolded me when we returned home but I was satisfied
Few weeks back, I went to Anarkali with my mother for shopping. I usually avoid such over crowed bazaars especially on weekends. And meri kismat that it was a Saturday. As While wandering the Babar Market, I noticed that some was chasing me. I thought it might be my illusion as the market was flooded with all type of people mostly women. But there was some one. I got conscious and started walking carefully. I made my grip stronger on my handbag, and then kept it under my dupata. But my sixth sense was totally alarmed. I could not judge who was behind me. Suddenly, I was severely hit by some one’s shoulder. He was a young man with beard and seemed to me like one of the Talibans who had lost in Anarkali. He tried to hide himself in a nearby shop and succeeded to flee. It was now opened to me that he was not at all interested in my bag but in myself. I thought he would not come again but I was wrong. He remained following me the whole shopping trip. Where ever we went he tried to be with us like our shadow. I tried to be step ahead of my mother but she was extremely busy in the shopping and didn’t notice him and yes I could not tell her.
It was like a mouse cat show. I tried to near to me and each time I dodged him. But he was expert in hitting women that he again hit my shoulder. That time I hardly kept myself from falling. I forgot every thing. The shopping, the chat and dhai bhalla, every thing. I could not explain how much I felt helpless at that moment. I was complaining inside ya Allah I always request you to keep me away from such people but why again?? I was walking like robot behind my mother. I felt myself standing alone there. All my boldness and confidence flew away. I thought how much a woman is helpless that she cannot do any thing against such harassment. I don’t know how but a thought came to my mind that Allah helps those who help themselves. Then I started gathering shattered emotions thinking that what could I do and how?
I saw a policemen walking there. I thought I should tell him but he was already watching my indecently. What can I do?? Thinking thinking and thinking. Oh yes that molvi type man was still behind me and that hide & seek was going on. Now my helplessness turned into anger and then revenge. And some one was yelling inside me to do some thing and that I should not go without taking my revenge.
Shopping was over. Mama was searching for the rickshaw. We had to walk to the bus stop and he was still following us. Mama started negotiating with the rickshaw walay uncle and I was standing on the footpath. I noticed that he was in haste to do some thing again. I said to myself, On your marks, get set……….as he came close to me, I raised all my shopping bags and hit on his face with all my powers. (shopping bags included a water set, plates, shoes, a metal dust bean, etc, means all solid things). It was such a powerful attack that he fell down on the other side of the fence and started bleeding from his nose and mouth. He was shocked and could not move for some time. Then I shouted “you bloody….” Immediately switched to urdu……kuttay ullu k pathay tu kiya samjhta hai mai andhi hoon mijhay kuch pata nai chalta tu nay mijhay samjha kiya….” He gained his consciousness, stood up and fled like a bullet. I was thinking bas itni si baat thi ye mai pehlay kar leti tu shopping trip tu gharat na jata.
Everyone was stunned looking at me that what had happened her suddenly. I felt some one was beating drums in myself. I threw a victorious glance at the people standing there. A group of uni boys also ran away. Hahaha……people kept distance from me…….and mama was kiya hua bag cheen raha tha kiya mijhay kiyun nai bataya…wageira wageira…….she scolded me when we returned home but I was satisfied
The Punjab Govt. took over 400 flourmills
To ensure smooth supply of flour at government approved rates during Ramazan, the Punjab Govt. has taken over 400 flourmills deploying Food Department officials and Police to monitor operations of the mills.
The action has been taken by Mr. CM on the request of district government and the Punjab Food Department to resolve the flour issue. The government has to take the decisive action when owners of flourmills refused to issue atta on govt.’s subsidized rates even in Ramazan. Now flour is available at subsidized rate of Rs 300/20 kg. The mills’ representatives declared this as an ‘occupation’ of private businesses and alleged that district government officials had harassed them through the police. They have created artificial shortage of flour to increase its prices. They deserve such an action.
It is shocking to learn that they have refused to supply flour at subsidized rate in this holy month. It is the tradition around the world that merchants put up things of daily use on sale when any religious or national event arrives, but the situation is totally different in Pakistan. They take this holy month as a month of making profits for the whole year. Not only flourmills, other consumer items also need CM’s attention.
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