Archive for December, 2004

Saturday — 28 Shawwal 1425 — 20 Agrahayana 1926 …

Saturday — 28 Shawwal 1425 — 20 Agrahayana 1926 — 11 December 2004

After knowing H for one year I finally met him today. And then I ended up spending the whole day with him. Yes, I am that inappropriate.

Wonderful day.

Oh and yes, Bruce called us and talked to us. And then he suddenly came under a magical spell and lost all sense of reason and rationality due to which he rejected sex offered by me.

I feel so sorry for him.

Friday — 27 Shawwal 1425 — 19 Agrahayana 1926 –…

Friday — 27 Shawwal 1425 — 19 Agrahayana 1926 — 10 December 2004

Damn it. I am in my depression phase again. The worst thing about this is that; 1 – I know I am in the phase; 2 – I do not want to be in the phase; 3 – I can not help being in the phase; 4 – that is makeing it harder to get out of the phase; 5 – that is making me angrier about my psychosis; 6 – that makes it impossible for me to leave that phase.

Damn it.

See what I have to put up with!!!

Shut up Jalal. I put up with you just as much as you put up with me.

No! not at all, everyone knows that is not right. You just make this up to make me look back.

Oh my God Jalal, can we please not make a scene with so many people watching.

What do you care about them, it is you who started this man.

All right now! Shut up! Both of you!

Sorry folks, we are going to close for the night. Show is over. Hey! You! You there! What are you looking at huh?!

Wow, I am going to go make myself some cardamom tea. I will return tomorrow. Hopefully then I will be saner and more collected.

Thursday — 26 Shawwal 1425 — 18 Agrahayana 1926 …

Thursday — 26 Shawwal 1425 — 18 Agrahayana 1926 — 09 December 2004

دل ہی تو ہے، نہ سنگ و خشت، درد سے بھر نہ آئے کیوں

روئیں گے ہم ہزار بار، کوئی ہمیں ستائے کیوں!

قید حیات و بند غم، اصل میں دونوں ایک ہیں

موت سے پہلے آدمی، غم سے نجات پائے کیوں!

غالب خستہ کے بغیر کون سے کام بند ہیں!

روئیے زار زار کیا، کیجے ہائے ہائے کیوں!

اسد اللہ خان غالب

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Today was yet another interesting, and by that I m…

Today was yet another interesting, and by that I mean usual, day. The sun was shining. I was very aware that my clothing leaves a lot to be desired, since of course I looked like Attila the Hun (the example being used to describe barbarians, not to insult huns, because after all I am not a bigot and some of my best friends are huns). Like I said. It was a usual day.

Like all usual days I was skipping up the stairs of my office building, two at a time, feet a flailing, hands a moving, neck a chugging in a constant explosion of reckless physical abandon. Suddenly all that stopped, I lay prostrate on the groud, in front of an army of hostile and evil onlookers as I slipped on the stairs and brought dishonour to myself and my family.

People are still chuckling amongst themselves at what happened. Can they not see? Are they really this blind? I will tell you what really happened.

Today was one of those melancholy wintry days at my office. Days when noone speaks and all is like a cold dark hall where all merrymaking has died. So I slipped on purpose to cheer them all up. Of course I am 24 and the idea of actually slipping is unheard of. It is obvious that I slipped on purpose. Why can noone see that? Why are they so blind? Why does their evil inner self hide the evident truths from them? I shall never know.

At the least, I am clean of heart and do not lie or cheat or deceive others or myself. Thank God that is clear to all.

== Boring content ensuing, proceed at your own risk ==

There is good news and there is bad news.

The good news is that my boss came to my office at about 1000 and told me to not do any work until 1500. He said it was a reward for my hard work of late. I am not very sure whether this actually happened or if I dreamt it while I was trying to sleep on my desk. Which by the way was not easy since the extremely cold table surface and the extremely pointy books on which I was trying to sleep tried their best to stop me from sleeping.

The bad news is that since I am not sure if I am allowed to work or coast I have decided to do something that could seem like work in an awkward situation. I have decided to blog. So, it is not really a matter of bad news for me. But it is bad news for the rest of you, who might even have to read this post.

Now that I have time to write long passages about a whole lot of things. I will start with what I did today. Since I was supposed to act as if I am working, I decided to read my own archives. Yes, I know it is very immature and purile but I did it all the same.

I learnt that I was very very immature and impulsive back than. And good God how could I have possibly written such retarded things I will never know.

== Boring content over ==

Wednesday — 25 Shawwal 1425 — 17 Agrahayana 1926…

Wednesday — 25 Shawwal 1425 — 17 Agrahayana 1926 — 08 December 2004

I am sure you all have had strange friends in your life. I am sure you have some currently as well. Well, so do I. But I think that some of mine beat everyone elses at the things they do.

Here is an example.

It was late last night. I was about to go to sleep. One of my friends called me. Albeit at an unacceptale time, but I will overlook that. He then tells me that he really needs help and that I can not refuse him because he is in trouble. I start to get on some rough clothing and try to go towards my car keys because by this time I am sure I will need to go to him because he seemed very very distressed.

Then he tells me that he needs to hit on a girl. He tells me what she likes. Then he tells me to come up with a good line.

Yes, you are right, you have read right and your eyes are still working. He actually called me for that.

I told him a very very strange line and I hung up.

After that line I knew he was not going to get that girl. Sorry dude but my revenge is fast and destructive. I am a bad bad evil dirty nasty man.

He called me again in the morning and thanked me for getting him hooked up.

Am I too gay to even make a line that would end a hetrosexual relationship rather than start one.

The Rise and Fall of the Great Powers, economic ch…

The Rise and Fall of the Great Powers, economic change and military conflict from 1500 to 2000.

Paul Kennedy

A book on my favourite subject – History. Fortunately it is written in a new perspective and in a very interesting manner. It is a book of that shows that current affairs are only the continuation of history. That present is born from the past. That mankind has not created any structures in human systems that will change the way we have fought and competed with each other over a long period of time.

The book deals provides amazing detail on issues without going into too much detail and becoming boring and tedious for non research consumption. This very detail and tact make it is a beautiful read in both history and to come extent histriography. And this very level of detail has made the book thought provoking as it forces one to think and wonder about how man has not changed over time.

This is one of the most remarkable books I have ever read. I would suggest it as a must read to anyone interested in History, Histriography, Current Affairs or Strategic Studies.

Tuesday — 24 Shawwal 1425 — 16 Agrahayana 1926 -…

Tuesday — 24 Shawwal 1425 — 16 Agrahayana 1926 — 07 December 2004

After spending one complete day in busses, cars, motorbikes and on my feet in Saddar and other areas near it I am so beat that I could not raise a finger if my life depended on it.

Monday — 23 Shawwal 1425 — 15 Agrahayana 1926 –…

Monday — 23 Shawwal 1425 — 15 Agrahayana 1926 — 06 December 2004

I was not going to mention this to anyone, I am not one to strip and tell. Then Bruce decided to go about and tell everyone, so I will present my side of the story.

It was a long long chat, and Bruce kept hitting on me all the time. I am only a human. A human with a very frail sense of morals. And even those only because of security issues and not due to any higher / alterior reasons. He kept hitting on me. I got quite loose. Then he suggested the idea of a strip show. Impulsive, stupid and ready to take bold steps that I am, I did it.

There was a free strip show by me in Bruce’s honour on Saturday evening.

So there, it was all Bruce’s fault for playing with my being a single twenty four year old gay virgin boy. It is all his fault and none of mine. So he shall go to heaven whilst I bask in heaven amongst my army of 72 beautiful young boys, choice wines and mangoes.

Sunday — 22 Shawwal 1425 — 14 Agrahayana 1926 –…

Sunday — 22 Shawwal 1425 — 14 Agrahayana 1926 — 05 December 2004

So, I started a new ritual today. Not that I dont have enough of those already. With the Monday night chicken dance festival, the Saturday evening self sacrifice service for the drunk brigade and the Thursday evening crazy public jumping activity and a few others that I prefer not to narrate here. The only thing left was Sunday morning.

Now, I am sure we all agree that there is no such thing as a Sunday morning. There is a Saturday evening, that grows into a Saturday late evening, that grows into a Saturday night, that grows into (ok, ok, I will stop with this series, I promise this is the last part) Saturday late night and that grows into (sorry I lied back there, this one is really the last one) Sunday afternoon.

So you might ask – where does the Sunday morning go? The answer is simple. It is the part where you are dreaming about overly ugly hobgoblins and extremely effeminate looking elves (who by the way are on your team) fighting in a major war in Rohan (From Tolkein). At the end of which all the hobgoblins are killed and the elves and you have a huge party. Then when you wake up (in your dream) from that party with a hangover you wake up in real life at 1427 (2:27PM) on a Sunday with a feeling of nausea and drowsiness.

So, getting back to the actual issue, I got up at approximately 0900 and I walked to the nearest part, which happens to be a small island in the middle of a major road here in Karachi, with a book. The road was empty, it being a Sunday and all. I enjoyed my park thing a lot. I am going to make it a regular ritual.

Jason Brooks

My crush of the week is Jason Brooks. With nipples like those, people could have entered the realm of the Greek gods without any opposition.