Archive for November, 2004

Monday — 16 Shawwal 1425 — 08 Agrahayana 1926 –…

Monday — 16 Shawwal 1425 — 08 Agrahayana 1926 — 29 November 2004

تنہائی

پھر کوئی آیا دل زار! نہیں کوئی نہیں

راہ رو ہوگا ، کہیں اور چلا جائے گا

ڈھل چکی رات، بکھرنے لگا تاروں کا غبار

لڑکھڑانے لگے ایوانوں میں خوابیدہ چراغ

سو گئی راستہ تک تک کہ ہر اک راہ گزار

اجنبی خاک نے دھندلا دئے قدموں کے چراغ

گل کرو شمعیں، بڑھا دو مے و مینا و ایاغ

اپنے بے خواب کواڑوں کو مقفل کر لو

اب یہاں کوئی نہیں، کوئی نہیں آئے گا!

فیض احمد فیض

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Sunday — 15 Shawwal 1425 — 07 Agrahayana 1926 –…

Sunday — 15 Shawwal 1425 — 07 Agrahayana 1926 — 28 November 2004

Note : Bilal, you can not read today’s post ;). Everyone else, you can not tell Bilal about today’s post.

So, today was the date thing with Bilal. And it went so well that describing it will not do justice to it. I learnt a few things about Bilal.

1 – He was exactly on time.

2 – He is cute.

3 – He is intriguing.

4 – He is proper.

5 – He seemed to be very nervous about the meeting.

I am so going out with him again.

Saturday — 14 Shawwal 1425 — 06 Agrahayana 1926 …

Saturday — 14 Shawwal 1425 — 06 Agrahayana 1926 — 27 November 2004

After travelling in Rickshaws and Motorcycles for more than four hours today I can safely say that – my ass is killing me.

Friday — 13 Shawwal 1425 — 05 Agrahayana 1926 –…

Friday — 13 Shawwal 1425 — 05 Agrahayana 1926 — 26 November 2004

Everyone has their own style of sleeping. I toss and turn a lot with a lot of changes in position in between. Many other people do that too, but what seperates me from the normal human herd is that, I actually do it with a jump. I wake up then I jump/flip over to the other side and go back to sleep.

This is a very normal behaviour as long as I sleep alone. But sharing the bed with someone becomes somewhat of a problem. That happened in college. I was staying with a friend. He did not know about my jump/flip over routine. So, it happened, I woke up, I flipped, and I heard a huge DUZZZZ sound, I sat up, I saw my friend SM holding his nose and groaning, I started laughing and he actually cried with tears.

That will teach him to sleep with me and move beyond the imaginary line that divided the bed into my half and his half.

Oh, ahahaha, I know, you are thining “why is Jalal telling me this when I didnt ask him!”. Well, the answer would be that I just changed my room’s layout and now my bed is against a wall, and I am pretty sure that I broke a bone or two while jumping/flipping over during the night when I hit it so hard I actually thought the wall would fall down.

I am waiting till tomorrow morning, if there is sweeling I am going to be in a cast.

I hate SM, I am sure he cursed me and this is the result of that.

Damn you SM, damn you!

Thursday — 12 Shawwal 1425 — 04 Agrahayana 1926 …

Thursday — 12 Shawwal 1425 — 04 Agrahayana 1926 — 25 November 2004

It is one thing buying six chicks because after looking at them “you simply cannot be away from them”. It is completely another taking care of them once they have been bought.

I had to cup six chicks in my hands for a full ten minutes before the damned things (said with the utmost of loving doting care and affection) went to sleep. Although I do admit that my maternal instincts feel good while doing that but at the same time such exercise turns my chicken (pun unintended) wings into man sized biceps. And by man size I mean Goldberg sized. So in effect it is good for my paternal instincts as well. Those being the ones where I kick them for sleeping around with the slutty chickens of the neighbourhood. Yeah, I found out they are all, all six of them, cocks.

So basically weaning and rearing half a dozen chicks is good for all the different persons inside and outside myself.

Goddamnit Jalal you promised Dr Khan you will never refer to yourself in the plural, as different persons or as another person.

Oops. It seems as if it is time for my appointment.

Wednesday — 11 Shawwal 1425 — 03 Agrahayana 1926…

Wednesday — 11 Shawwal 1425 — 03 Agrahayana 1926 — 24 November 2004

Why is it that when I am depressed I can’t find anyone to talk to? And, why is it that when I do get to talk to someone they decide to act in a way that makes me feel worst?

Life sucks.

Tuesday — 10 Shawwal 1425 — 02 Agrahayana 1926 -…

Tuesday — 10 Shawwal 1425 — 02 Agrahayana 1926 — 23 November 2004

Sorry guys, damn net was down, so no post.

I agree I can write one right now. But I am not gonna.

Why?

Bite me!