Inzi Post-Bob: An Interview

Found this on chowk & couldn’t stop laughing . . . . read it full 

Inzi Post-Bob: An Interview

by Nadeem F. Paracha , March 23, 2007  Chowk BLOG.

Interviewer: Hello Inzi …
Inzi: Bismillah-ur-Rehman-ur-Rahim … first, thanks to Almighty Allah for this interview and …
 

Interviewer: Of course … so tell us, what made you finally resign your captaincy and retire from One-Day cricket?
Inzi: Bismillah-ur-Rehman-ur-Rahim … firstly, thanks to Almighty Allah, the boys prayed well …
 

Interviewer: You mean the boys played well …
Inzi: No, the boys prayed well …

Interviewer: Okay, but they did not play well …
Inzi: No, first comes praying and thanks to Mushy, Saeed Anwar, Yusuf and Junaid Jamshed for leading ba-jamaat prayers …

Interviewer: But you guys are paid to play, not to pray.

Inzi: No, only Bob, Danish and Shoaib Akhtar play because they don’t pray … but thanks to Almighty Allah, rest of boys prayed well, especially Yusuf and Yunus and Rana and myself who were in good praying form and inshallah we will win this year’s Raiwind Tableegh Cup with help from coaching of Mushy and Saeed Anwar.

Interviewer: Right. Now, can we talk about cricket for a change?
Inzi: Why?

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A palace of wax

Before I ever married
my mother
used to have
nightmares.
Her fearful screams shook me
I would wake her, ask her
“What happened?”
Blank-eyed she would stare at me.
She couldn’t remember her dreams.

One day a nightmare woke her
but she did not scream
She held me tight in silent fear
I asked her
“What happened?”
She opened her eyes and thanked the heavens
“I dreamt that you were drowning”.
She said,
“And I jumped into the river to save you”.

That night she lightning
killed our buffalo and my fiance.

Then one night my mother slept
And I stayed up
Watching her open and shut her fist
She was trying to hold on to something
Failing, and willing herself to hold on again.

I woke her
But she refused to tell me her dream.

Since that day
I have not slept soundly.
I moved to the other courtyard.

Now I and my mother both scream
through our nightmares.

And if someone asks us
we just tell them
we can´t remember our dreams

(Kishwar Naheed)
Translated from the urdu by Rukhsana Ahmad

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The Firefox love story

I am one of those lucky FF users who picked it at the earliest. Ever since i started using FF , IE was unknown to me. Why ?, well there is already enough info on it over the web. FF is the King browser for me right now & along with its Add-ons it has become a giant monster that will eat any minor like IE etc. Its simplicity along with functionality & ability to be played with has made it penetrate the market like anything.

You can judge my love for it from the very fact that before i joined this office people here hardly knew it. I guess  it was janii Alizaib apart from me who had any idea on it among colleagues who were her, then. When the very fist day, i installed FF i was asked to remove it. I was told that i cannot install applications apart from an approved list.

What the F*** i said. ” No way !! “. Being an engineer it looked so stupid of the office to teach me what i should have on my OS & what not. But that was about to change very soon . . . .

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The most free-from-everything nation

Was reading an article by BBC regarding freedom in Pakistan & couldn’t stop sharing it. Its funny to note that our land of contradiction has so much to offer in entertainment but we waste our energies in seemingly non-issues like wardi, elections, deal etc. Yes they are definitely a non-issue for the awaam, coz they are all khawaas issues. Who cares if mush stays in his badbuudar wardi or if PPP gets a dheel from gov, enters a successful deal & wins election. Will that change life for him on the ground ?

So we were talking about freedom of speech. Let’s carry on :

I guess religious freedom is the best freedom we have. We kicked Qadiyani’s out because after all we are the self made theikedar (SMT’s) on deciding who is & who isn’t Muslim which interestingly the prophet never used. The fanatics have the freedom to make a 1 million army hostage within the walls of Lal Masjid right under military nose. They prefered its nose maily because it is familiar to them. Its the same nose that acted like their own during afghan war which for me was a defeat. The USA perfectly fooled the whole Ummah as she knew we have some extra capsules in our blood regarding love to Islam which never shows up in our daily dealings. It only comes out when we have to capture a peace of land like Kashmir or Afghanistan or to achieve power.

So i was talking about religious freedom. We have the unique distinction of molding, folding, baking, cutting & chopping the original shariah for our likening. Don’t you see how ashiqaan-e-rasuul steal KESC electricity during Rabi-ul-awwal. See thats what we call freedom. Make the whole nation pay for your celebrations. And no one is there to question you because as i said , you are the SMT’s of Islam.

I wonder what could be the possible reaction of the holy Prophet PBUH if he could see all of this. Here is a possible conversation between the holy Prophet & ALLAH after Prophet lands on earth & after seeing all of this want to go back :

i decided to quit this here & complete later as i had missed some thing somewhere. Wont be good if i post it half. Sorry for this

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Padhoge likhoge , toh banoge Nawaab

Just finish posting new topic on KMB titled Padhoge likhoge , toh banoge Nawaab & its regarding my experience when i was coming from Clifton towards Saddar & Numaish.

This incident really shows what Ali keeps on highlighting i.e the educated probably need manners more than illiterate because if a horse isn’t cultured why complain about donkey. And as you could see in one comment from TEE EMM the illiterate usually feel helpless. Its the educated who have the habit of arguing (when on most of the time its their fault)

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Introducing – Parkour

I developed my interest (read deep interest) for this last year when i found a vid on YOUTUBE but right now i shall share some great vids with you. Hope you gonna like them.

and here is a good collection of similar vids :

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Did i found Nazia ?

I missed this vid/song but found it again so before it goes away let me share it with you.

I simply love its sweet tunes & more importantly the gul in the vid. Simply love her beauty & romance in eyes.. Look closely & you will feel her drowned into love & almost like a dream date. Notice her lips changing from first-shaky to more confident smile & finally taken ova (apparently). Lucky guy ( at least hypothetically . . lol ). She reminds so much of Nazia Hassan. Why do good people leave us so early i ask ? Wish she could be more eastern in dress. It would be absolutely a blast . Eastern beauty at its best . . but i tell you what, the one she had is ma fav too in Western
1.

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Unlike me

I just made a very serious blunder. Guess what?

I heard the office bell rung & Jamil wasn’t there. I was the nearest so i went only to find a man in mazdoor type look. Labour guys do show up for work sometime & its taken care by Admin/HR here so i went to my department but he followed me & opened my dept. door & started asking for money. He showed a paper requesting money & i without reading it asked him to leave ( so rude ? ). He requested one more time & i told him that we don’t give money to any stranger like this & we have got cameras here.

After he left i felt really bad. I didn’t allow him to speak properly & kicked him like this. It’s not my way, to not listen even if i reject. Damn !!!!! it. Was it because of the frustration or something else ?

It’s unlike me. . .
shame on me seriously . . GOD pardon me . .

Views on Current Issues

Just finished writing a post at KMB. Frankly that was not what i wanted to post but it was rather a retreat from exploding out my anger at a very low frequency. There were many factors adding into this anger.

Yesterday i read Cowasjee as i usually do & in the evening switched to Meray Mutabiq with Dr Shahid Masood. Honestly after watching it, my impression about ISI & other intelligenc agencies hit its lowest. The way ISI Major was trying to defend himself & indirectly the ISI it was evident that our Army & especially ISI has become a hub of conservative morons. instead of serving national interests in intelligence. Frankly i feel f**ing angered at my tax money being wasted like this. Had this been USA i would sue this bastards Generals in GHQ who are plundering our money like this.

Anyways, yesterday’s part two of the same proved me right. In reply to a question about Army/ISI the major replies that anyone (politician) who will get the strength of the people of Pakistan, the Army would like to bring him down. What this means basically is the Army wants some dumb head morons as PM & President of this nation & follow the GHQ like a dog follow’s its master.

Its useless writing down that interview here so i shall try & see if can get its vid from YOUTUBE. Its all self explanatory.

Romantic moments in office

Right now i am listening few songs from my collection . . . . Check & see if you like them

Here is the first one from one of my favourite movies “Vivah” & the song is “mujhey haq hai” :

And the second one is sweet one. Melodic with few clips from the movie in between

Song is Do Anjaane Ajnabi :

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Pehle Pehel

A Silent Dream

They mean a lots of things to me
Those eyes as changing as the sea.
A mirror, showing more and more –
The way I am compelled to go.
They flame and sparkle, scorch and burn,
I know, I’ve watched them as they turn-
to a warm and loving inner glow,
that tells me all I want to know

 

 

Credit : shyble.deviantart.com

Can i deviate from the original script ?

I couldn’t believe it. It was happening right in front of me. I could somehow deviate from the plan but why I didn’t. I probably have no answer to it.

 Back in/around February I saw dream/dreams. It was either two dreams covering two events or one dream covering both events, I don’t remember.

In first story/dream I saw that I am sitting in TV room and watching Capital Talk. Probably the name of the program isn’t exactly same but I still have a feel of the design set of the program & other such things that are now convincing me that it was CT. I guess I am sure about Aitizaz Ahsan but found hard to recall Wasi Zafar. But importantly the overall situation was same. I remember enjoying it to a great deal with strong arguments & that’s what happened in the program today. As I was watching the program I felt as if I have seen it before but this was not possible but it was coming live, first time today. 

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Agar tum mil jaao . . .

After a busy afternoon session I came back to my room, picked CCNA Intro & as i was about to start reading it my ears heard a distant voice . . . . . agar tum mil jaao . . . . i could sense myself zamana chor daingey hum going back in time
2006 . . . . agar tum mil jaao . . . There was a distant songs playing in the background zamana chor daingey hum . She was alone in her room. I could sense her tears flowing in silence, tumhain pa ker zamaney bhar ki khusian chor daingey hum trying hard to convince me on her words or worrying as if i am not aware of her strong emotional attachment. She was half crying & occasionally there was silence in between words trying to gather emotions again. Her sweet & soft voice matching her feelings with the words in the song . . . agar tum mil jaao zamana chor daingey hum. . . . . . . I had no words to reply.

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Few moments with u2

Thanks to Altaf Hussain aka bhai log i couldn’t go home.
The shift ends at 4:00pm but when i reached the bus stop along with SAM, there
was less transport & (office transport is off for Sunday afternoon) all
i could to was to catch a taxi or cab but none was willing to go towards Saddar
or Numaish. One after another MQM ghunda juluus appeared on Shahra-e-Faisal
& by the look of it , none was anyway near to a behaved or civilized group but
what else i should expect from our local politics. There is plenty by Cowasjee,
Javaid Chaudhry, Oriya Maqbol jan & Hassan Nisar about it. Frankly i salute
these journalists on the way they try to take this 
majority-animalistic
society towards sirat-e-mustaqeem. I salute you guys.So i came back
office while SAM left to his aunty who lives nearby. In order to make up my loss
i referred myself to, you know what i mean. . . . .  
 

So the evening is going well with u2. I am listening to U2 ZOO TV concert Sydney, 1992.  U2 is my fav band. There songs are the best & the most moving stuff. You cannot sit idle while listening/watching them. Their music & especially the lyrics make you move.  

This whole 1992 ZOO TV concert is probably my best & fav up to date. I was thinking about posting them from YOUTUBE directly but found that not all the ZOO TV videos are there & quality was also an issue. So i shall upload them first myself & will put them here but as i was browsing i came across this “with or without you” remix & i found it bad not to share this good & hard work. A very good remix i must say.  You can download its MP3 as well . For how watch the same but video remix. Here we go  . . .

Just empty streets and me walking home

The day started with an unusual severe pain in head, unknown for some time. Probably the effect of last night’s vomiting & the dreadful pain. I felt sorry for Fayyaz. Frankly i was tired but i wanted to join his sister’s wedding. Around 7:30pm i spoke to him & assured him that i shall be joinging but GOD knows when fell asleep & when i woke up it was around 10:00pm & i was feeling like an arrow piercing my head. Unable to move i felt desperately for someone to hold me but found none. Lying on my back i imagined those soft hands on my head & thoughts . . . . . . . . . . . .Suddenly i found the cell was buzzing, i checked a message from Fayyaz, but GOD, i didn’t have credit to reply. I put my head against pillow drowning into the night . . . . . . munib please mujhey kahin duur le jaao es dunia se . . . . . . .So the day today went as usual reading paper & stuff & later kind of busy doing normal stuff when Fayyaz called again for his sister’s marriage. I found helpless in making him understand the difficulty i was in. The main PTCL exchange for PECHS was down & it was must for me to stay there in whole shift as i was the shift incharge. I even had tried to call Zohair early & move but that plan fail as well. But Fayyaz was in no mood to listen & he proved no help, shut down the phone with a very broken heart probably & i could really understand his position. I wish i could make him understand few issue here at the office. Notihng went good except my colleagues Asad & Alizaib. I am sorry but its fucking bullshit going into details. The crux is i missed the second day too. It was prolly for the first time i was worried about what Fayyaz may make out of this. As usual , my consolation was my music that i am related to . . . . . i have decided to leave now (12:00) . . . Just empty streets and me walking home to clear my head. . . . .  i was definitely missing someone badly . . . . on side was the empty Shara-e-Faisal , air rushing through my hair as if making up the loss of the absense of someone’s hands & i could hear a sound revolving in my head while my mind was lost somewhere else , my eyes closed or trying so fighting the air ocassionally . . . . was i right , i asked my self. Was i . . . . .

The City feels clean this time of night.
Just empty streets and me walking home to clear my head.
No it came this moon so bright.
I’m affected more than i had guessed.
What was it?
Is this love is not meant to be?
If your heart is not ready to open.
If you make it i’ll see.
It’s broken.
Is this love is not meant to be?
If the heart is not ready to open.
If they make it i’ll see.
Always broken. . . .
It’s a quiet time before the dawn.
And i’m half past making sense of it, was i wrong?


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