Tuesday, August 31, 2004

Filhaal

Hay Zindagi Yeh Lamha Ji Lene De
Oh Pehle Se Likha Kuch Bhi Nahin
Roz Naya Kucch Likhti Hai Tu
Jo Bhi Likha Hai Dil Se Jiya Hai
Yeh Lamha Filhaal Ji Lene De
Yeh Lamha Filhaal Ji Lene De

Maasoom Si Hasi Bewaja Hi Kabhi
Hoton Pe Khil Jaati Hai
Anjaan Si Khushi Behti Huvi Kabhi
Saahil Pe Mil Jaati Hai
Yeh Anjaana Sa Darr Ajnabee Hai Magar
Khoobsurat Hai Ji Lene De
Yeh Lamha Filhaal Ji Lene De
Yeh Lamha Filhaal Ji Lene De

Dil Hi Mein Rehta Hai Aankhon Mein Behtha Hai
Kachcha Sa Ek Khwaab Hai
Lagta Sawal Hai Shayad Jawab Hai
Dil Phir Bhi Betaab Hai
Yeh Sukoon Hai To Hai
Yeh Junoon Hai To Hai
Khoobsurat Hai Ji Lene De
Yeh Lamha Filhaal Ji Lene De
Yeh Lamha Filhaal Ji Lene De

Pehle Se Likha Kuch Bhi Nahin
Roz Naya Kucch Likhti Hai Tu
Jo Bhi Likha Hai Dil Se Jiya Hai
Yeh Lamha Filhaal Ji Lene De
Yeh Lamha Filhaal Ji Lene De

Thursday, August 26, 2004

Hina and Fawad's wedding

Atlast the moment for which the whole group was waiting. Hina and fawad got married on 21st august. They were no doubt the best couple of our batch. And they are the two people because of whom i was capable to pass my Bachelors gracefully.

Hina was quite angry with me coz of my absence. ne wayz ... i sent them flower and cake. They have promissed to send me the photographs after they return from there honey moon. will post them here.

Ghouse is leaving for england and Azam is back to pakistan to celebrate his fiancee's birthday. hahahaha. some couple they are. Watched hellboy yesterday didnt liked it much :(


Wednesday, August 25, 2004

Two Wishes

In the silence of the night Death descended from Godtoward the earth. He hovered above a city and pierced the dwellings with his eyes. He say the spirits floating on wingsof dreams, and the people who were surrendered to the Slumber.

When the moon fell below the horizon and the city becameblack, Death walked silently among the houses -- carefulto touch nothing -- until he reached a palace. He enteredthrough the bolted gates undisturbed, and stood by therich man's bed; and as Death touched his forehead, the sleeper's eyes opened, showing great fright.

When he saw the specter, he summoned a voice mingledwith fear and anger, and said, "God away, oh horribledream; leave me, you dreadful ghost. Who are you? Howdid you enter this place? What do you want? Leave thisplace at once, for I am the lord of the house and willcall my slaves and guards, and order them to kill you!"

Then Death spoke, softly but with smoldering thunder,"I am Death. Stand and bow!"

The man responded, "What do you want? What have you comehere when I have not yet finished my affairs? What seeyou from strength such as mine? Go to the weak man, andtake him away!

"I loathe the sight of your bloody paws and hollow face, and my eyes take sick at your horrible ribbed winds andcadaverous body.

After a moment of fearful realization he added, "No, No,oh merciful Death! Mind not talk, for even fear revealswhat the heart forbids.

"Take a bushelful of my gold, or a handful of my slave'ssouls, but leave me. I have accounts with Life requiringsettling; I have due from people much gold; my shipshave not reached the harbor; my demand, but spare mylife. Death, I own harems of supernatural beauty; yourchoice is my gift to you. Give heed, Death -- I havebut one child, and I love him dearly for he is my onlyjoy in this life. I offer supreme sacrifice -- takehim, but spare me!"

Death murmured, "You are not rich, but pitifully poor."Then Death took the hand of that earthly slave, removedhis reality, and gave to the angels the heavy task ofcorrection.

And Death walked slowly amidst the dwellings of the pooruntil he reached the most miserable he could find. He enteredand approached a bed upon which a youth slept fitfully. Deathtouched his eyes; the lad sprang up as he saw Death standingby, and, with a voice full of love and hope he said, "HereI am, my beautiful Death. Accept my soul, for you are thehope of my dreams. Be their accomplishment! Embrace me, ohbeloved Death! You are merciful; do not leave me. You areGod's messenger; deliver me to Him. You are the right handof Truth and the heart of Kindness; do not neglect me.

"I have begged for you many times, but you did not come;I have sought you, but you avoided me; I called out to you,but you listened not. You hear me now -- embrace my soul,beloved Death!"

Death placed his softened hand upon the trembling lips,removed all reality, and enfolded it beneath his wingsfor secure conduct. And returning to the sky, Death lookedback and whispered his warning:

"Only those return to Eternity

Who on earth seek out Eternity."


--- by Gibran.

Sunday, August 15, 2004

How You Remind Me

Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
Tired of living like a blind man
I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am

It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
for handing you a heart worth breaking
and I've been wrong, i've been down,
been to the bottom of every bottle
these five words in my head
scream "are we having fun yet?"

yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no
yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no

it's not like you didn't know that
I said I love you and I swear I still do
And it must have been so bad
Cause living with me must have damn near killed you

And this is how, you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how, you remind me
Of what I really am

It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
for handing you a heart worth breaking
and I've been wrong, i've been down,
been to the bottom of every bottle
these five words in my head
scream "are we having fun yet?"

yet, yet, yet, no, no
yet, yet, yet, no, no
yet, yet, yet, no, no
yet, yet, yet, no, no

Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what i really am
This is how you remind me
Of what i really am

It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
for handing you a heart worth breaking
and I've been wrong, i've been down,
been to the bottom of every bottle
these five words in my head
scream "are we having fun yet?"
yet, yet
are we having fun yet
yet, yet
are we having fun yet
yet, yet
are we having fun yet
-----

Thursday, August 12, 2004

Choices

It has been a long day. infact a long week. I think its time to make the tough decisions. WHY DO I HAVE TO DO THIS :@

Saturday, August 07, 2004

Diamonds are forever ...

I have always liked to talk to older people. Like Cornel on sea view, the guard of my apartments in karachi, like my nanu. The good thing is that they always have time for you. Because of there experience of life they sound more understandable to me. Cornel told me once that age has nothing to do with getting old. u are old when you start to feel like that.

ne ways these days the old guy that i am talking to is morris. A guy is his 70s, korean war veteran. He comes to my shop daily wait there for about half an hour just to have a chat with me. i usually offer him a cup of coffee. btw he claims that he is still 29 ... hehehehe. ne ways he like to collect diamonds. yes diamond and many other stones. he told me about diamonds and there characterstics. he also gave me an issue of national geographic that had an article on about how the diamonds are extracted and then cut and polished into beautifull gems. the annual money spend on the extraction of diamonds is about 2 billion dollars and the revenue is about 5 billion. quite a lot of money. the annual production of diamond is about 40 tons not more then a truck load but when this truck load is polished and cut and delivered to customers, it worths about 50 billion dollars. Wow ... all that money for something that is absolutly unnessesary, i told morris. well he laughed. he told me thet once he asked a lady why women like diamonds so much. she said, "thats the closest u can ever be to a star."

Well i asked morris about for how much i can get a diamond ring for my mum. he said diamonds are as common as shit but does ur mum really needs a diamond. well she is a women she will definatly like it. Then morris told me that once, when he was a kid, his father asked him that would he like to have the brick from the top of the chimney. he said yes why not. and then what are u going to do with it. he said i dont know.

i was confused ... morris what the hell do u mean we are talking about diamonds not bricks. he gave me a look as i was a pathetic little insect and said "Young man do u even know what your mom needs from you. she may not even want a diamond ring. she might be interested in something else."

He had a point there so i called mom the other day. morris was right she wants me to send some money to dad and ask him to financially help my elder brother.

ne ways i m going to get a diamond ring for her.

Thursday, August 05, 2004

Flashback

Hmmm ... back from the so called bz days following my birthday. Well it was quite boring i slept for the whole day. My family is back in pakistan, i didnt really celebrated my birthday, But i did get meself a cake ;) got up like 9 in the evening. Asad was watching some movie, well i celebrated my birthday with him.

Then i went to work. There i recieved calls from hina and wakkas. Hina was my class fellow back in Pak during my bachelors. One of my best friends, why, well she was the only one who called from pakistan well that makes her the best budd :) My family sent me a lot of cards and an sms. i also recieved a bag full of presents from mom and dad :) .

I called erum but she was going to a wedding ... she didnt remmember my birthday but i do not expect more from her ne way ... i guess.

The last few days I was thinking about the transition of meself from a nothing to something and then to nothing again. thought of me as the shy kid of the block then mr genius ... ahmmm ahmmm. then to a rebel and then to nothing. i dont know whts going on now or shayad i know but i dont care anymore.

Morris wants me to meet for coffee. i dont know wht this old cunt wants from me.