The World as I see It

I have a feeling that this is going to be a fairly long post today. I don’t know, I just have this feeling.

Another typical week of work is over and I have yet another weekend to savour. Although this time there is no Arsenal match. Instead they play on monday night against Derby away. Muntazir can wait for that

On Friday, all our office staff went to Pir Sohawa (a Hill station at the top of Margalla Hills in north Islamabad) for lunch. Our boss was to leave for USA for 3-4 months and he threw a (self -proposed) fare-well party. Although it would have been more appropriate had that party been from us (the workers). Food was great. Our boss is a vegetarian and while we all had chickens, kebabs, tikkas and chops of this world, our boss was having sabzi. And I mean no disrespect. Our boss is a ‘purist’ who is of the opinion that it is not appropriate to cause so much pain to other creatures for our own desires. Reminds me of certain someone named Husain. Although I did not argument with him as no one arguments with the boss but I beg to differ. Pain to other creatures is not the criteria for which non-veg must be avoided. Research shows that even plants can feel the pain. So we must avaoid plants too? that pain criteria if fully followed is a recipie for starvation. I am not a philosopher by any means, but in my short 23 years of life I have observed one thing. It is a law of nature that every inferior entity must serve and sacrifice for the superior one. And such a sacrifice is a privelege for the inferior entity. We see it everywhere. Grass and vegetation sacrifice their lives for goats, deer, cows, chckens and other herbivours. These herbivours sacrifice their lives for other carnivours and Omnivours like tigers wolfs eagles and human beings. The thing balances out when these super consumers die and new vegetation and plants grow from them. The cycle continues. We must realise this cycle and this convention of serving to the superior only. There is one entity that is superior to humans too. Thats God Almighty. And its befitting that the ones who sacrifice their lives in god’s way are termed as martyrs and the ones who don’t sacrifice their lives for the superior entity, they are simply remembered as dead, deceased. Law of nature is to serve the superior and for us humans every thing is inferior to us except the lord of the lords. So when we get service from the inferiors, we must also serve the superior.

Sorry for being too philosophical, I must switch the topic I guess. I had an oppurtunity to capture a few shots from my fone camera. the fact that camera is just VGA, ther were no HQ pics but still if you concentrate you could see the tiny little bulidings of Islamabad – a hill top view. My good friend and co-worker junaid was also with me. Juni ruined my pic so I must put Juni’s pic instead.

My good friend waqar who works at ZTE is some tension these days. ZTE, a chineese company has decided to get rid of all non-chinees employees within two months and that includes waqar as well. Waqar is very tense these days. After reaching the office following the lunch , I had following conversation with waqar on google talk. but before you read any of it I must warn you that you may not like some of the stuff. If you are too decent or well-mannered or sophisticated or a girl who doesn’t appreciate cheap talk, please do not read any further. Please note that waqar likes to call his chineese co-workers by the term cheenay meenay

ulhaq.waqar: heloo

ulhaq.waqar is online.

ulhaq.waqar: x-(

Muntazir: hi

kaisa hai

ulhaq.waqar: fit hoon busy tha kiya ajj sara din

Sent at 4:08 PM on Friday

Muntazir: yar aaj hum pir sohawa gaye thay

lunch pe

boss ki taraf se

ulhaq.waqar: wah

bc meray kamray meray elawa saray chenay meenay hain

bc aik cheeni bhee hai

Muntazir: usko goli mar de

ulhaq.waqar: salay hastay hain mujah lagta hai k meri g..d marnay ka program bana rehay hain

bc pata nahi kiya batay ker rehay hain

mujah khaa hee na jain kahee

Muntazir: kutte to yelog khate hein..

insanon ka pata nahi

ulhaq.waqar: oaa mera say chat kerta reh jub mai msg kerna band ker doo too polloice ko phone ker dain

bc jaisay path batain ker rehay hoon to banday k sir mai dard hoo jata hai na usi terha yeh bhee batain ker rehay hoon to banday k sir mai dard hoo jata hai

cheeni bilkul meray peechay baithi hai

bc bara sexy perfome lagaya howa hai es nay

cheenay larkoo say too boo atti hai bari

Muntazir: yar mujhe bohat hassi aaa rahi hai aur boss mere sath baitha hai

ulhaq.waqar: china mi larkay perfume nahi lagatay

oaa ub yeh saray helki helki awaz mai batain ker rehay hai

bc mujah khaa hee na jain

Muntazir: salay mere se kia batein ker raha hai..apni ceezein sanbhal aur bahir bhag

ulhaq.waqar: pata nahi kaisa perfume use kiya hai cheeni nay maltay key khusboo aa rehi hai

Muntazir: hahaha

ulhaq.waqar: dil ker reha hai khaa jaon es ko

Muntazir: kha ja

Sent at 4:28 PM on Friday

ulhaq.waqar: aram say up ker k nikloo ga

Sent at 4:28 PM on Friday

End of messages received while you were offline at 4:37 PM on Friday

ulhaq.waqar: oaa

kaha

mar gaya hai

Muntazir: yahin hon

ulhaq.waqar: eder dost key jaan per bani hoe hai

Muntazir: mein tere liye namaz parh ke dua mang raha tha

ulhaq.waqar: too offline huwa tha too mai kamray say bahg gaya tha

Muntazir:

meine yehi dua mangi thi ke allah tujhe bhag jane ki aqal de

ulhaq.waqar: yara yeh larki zada has rehee hai kahee yeh mera L aut T katnay ka program nahi bana rehay

Muntazir: tu inko pehle hi ooncha sa bata de ke mera nahi hai…

ulhaq.waqar: too koe gana bata

mai woh gana shuroo ker daita hoon k mera nahi hai

chee moo L.. t nahi hoon

Muntazir: hahaha

ulhaq.waqar: yeh gana theek hoo ga

Muntazir: han

tu ata ullah ka koi gana ga le

ulhaq.waqar: hemm yeh bhee sahi hai us terha en ko pata chal jai ga k mai bemaar hoon

Muntazir: to avril lavinge ka koi gana ga le [Avril lavigne is waqar's all time favourite]

ulhaq.waqar: hemm

oaa maiany naya gana suna hai

bara fit hai

Muntazir: kiska

ata ullah ka?

ulhaq.waqar: nahi

shawn hookoff

kyle xy mai tha

I’m haunted by this photograph
Don’t know why
Everytime I look, I get shivers down my spine
You’re such a beautiful face
I know those eyes
They take me back in time

She could be you
I wouldn’t even know
She could be you
But that was long ago
She could be you

Muntazir: ye tere peeche jo cheeni baithi hai uskeliye hai?

ulhaq.waqar: I wish that i could tell you
What you don’t know
I dream about that day
But it’s impossible
In another world,
I’ll be yours tonight
But i can’t break free from this life

She could be you
I wouldn’t even know
She could be you
But that was long ago
She could be you

I see it all the time
I know it’s true
A picture doesn’t lie

She could be you
I wouldn’t even know
She could be you
But that was long ago
She could be you

She could be you
She could be you

nahi yara yeh chinki k liya hai [chinki was our clasfellow and topper in every semester me, waqar and naveed used to like her at the same time ]

yeh mai chinki k pic apni album mai laga ker us k neechay likhoo ga

fit hai na

Sent at 4:48 PM on Friday

ulhaq.waqar: oaa mai jaa reha hoon

Allah hafiz

ghar jaa ker tujah phone keroon ga

Sent at 4:51 PM on Friday

So that was my good friend waqar.

A few weeks back, 6th April to be exact, I appeared for NTS’ GAT-General test. I practically prepared for that test for just 20 long minutes. I got 64 raw score and 95.63 percentile. Not bad for 20 minutes prepration I reckon I could not wait to send this score to HEC but alas. I still haven’t recieved the result card which was due to arrive through regular mail. I went to the post office yesterday to see if they had forgotten to dispatch it and I found out that their mail man was absent for last 15 days. They had hired a new mail man just a few hours ago and he was just preparing himself to dispatch mail in the area. It was a junk of mail everywhere and I tried for a few minutes to find my letter in that junk but no use. In the end I left it to the mail man to deliever it whenever he wants. A lot of stuff needs to be corrected in this country.

On my way back there is this unused space where there are no residential buldings because of a water channel passing from there. A herd of cattle lead by some pathan men was passing by. I helped myself with a photo session of the bakris

So thats all folks for this time. Till next time..