Archive for September 9, 2003

Fareeda Khanum

Tuesday – 11 Rajab 1424 – 18 Bhadra 1925 – 09 September 2003  

well here i am. i must tell everyone this. anyone interested in listening to ghazals. please listen to “chaand nikle kisi janib teri zebai ka” sung by fareeda khanum. it is wonderful to the extent of being orgasmically esctatic. it is wonderful.

well today wasnt as interesting as yerterday. but i have noticed one thing. when my computer is working. the electricity is on. and the internet is on. i blog a LOT. i mean i dont notice this but you people who actually have to read all this crap must realize it. LARGE posts full of crap. well what can i do. you are all stuck now.

AHAHHAHAHAHH !!!! AAHAHHAAHAHAHHAH !!!! MMMMUUUUUUAHAHAHAHAHHAHA !!!!

and now that my usual hysterics and dramatics are out of the way.

i would like to share a shaer (couplet) with you.

chaand nikle kisi janib teri zebai ka

rang badle kisi soorat shab e tanhai ka

may the moon rise anywhere of your allure

may the colour of this lonely evening change

another shaer (couplet)

daim para hua teray dar par naheen hoon main

khaak aisi zindagi par keh patthar naheen hoon main

i am not lying on your doorstep for ever

what use is this life if i am not that stone

now i will enter the world of the ghazal and leave you all to enjoy what you enjoy.

Cockroach

Monday – 10 Rajab 1424 – 17 Bhadra 1925 – 08 September 2003 

well here i am back in my room. thinking and writing as i think. what is the purpose of a government. what is the reason for life to be this way. why did napolean fail from his objectives. what the hell is climbing up my back. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. AAAAAAAAAAAAAA. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. yes it was a cockroach. and in trying to shake it off i shook it into my shirt. now i NEVER tuck my shirt into my pants. but today about after 4 months i had done that.

so think about the following in a picture.

a man starts screaming. within 5 seconds he is in the living room. running and screaming and trying to hit his back. he does this for 5 seconds. then he starts to frantically pull his shirt out of his pants. still screaming. and then everyone in the house makes a largish circle around him asking. “kya hua ? kya hua?” and then he still screaming takes his shirt off. all in a hurry. and he sees a cockroach run off.

now most normal people would look around sheepishly and put on the shirt. BUT NO!!!!!!!!! jalal had to act like an idiot. so instead of acting like a modest human and wearing clothes he runs after the cockroach. as the tiny creature runs on the gleaming floor jalal jumps on it. he doesnt stamp it. he JUMPS on it.

if you are wondering. now come the WORST part !!! the cockroach died and in such a way. maybe i landed on him too hard. that he obviously burst open.

there was a large cluster of black blobs on an area equal to a large portion of wall in my house. the dead remains of an intruder into my private parts.

also if you are thinking of asking me out ever in the future. i do not do this to ‘human’ intruders into my private parts. actually they get treatment infinitely better. and now i think i should leave and resume cleaning the wall. YEUCKH ! and let the record show my mom made me do it. i did not want to do that.