From deep deep deep part of my heart. lol that would be cells.

How could i forget it, OMG, i do really need an intel brain which can have a memory card.

To my new followers:

1. Faryal hassan
2. The other side of me
3. Faraz Ezazi
4. Ezazi

You guys just don't know how happy i am, 

AM happier than i am on my birthday.

The curve on my face has been growing wider and wider since yesterday and now my jaws are hurting too much.

No need to say cheese..

I have been smiling too much that my lips are now oversize but still i don't care.

Why?

It is cuz i never dreamt i would be having ten+ followers, It's kinda dream come true.

Many many hugs to my followers, you people are really special for me.

and, I LOVE U, people more than i love my own reflection in mirror.

When i started with this blogging, 

telling the truth, It was a show off kinda thing, but then spasmodically i grasped the real auspicious meaning behind it.

Now there is not a day when i am not blogging. OMG.

When i started, there was only one guy following me.

Hamza, known usualy as HBL.

Well, i would say he is my mentor.

He is really the most expensive gift god has ever given me.

Till may 13, he was the only active follower i had, so i started following myself. :P

So, previously i said i used blogging just to show off, yup that is correct, may be that was the reason god never sent a follower to me, he was teaching me a lesson.'Thank you god'.

i started on i think 3rd march and slowly slowly, i started to quit blogging, and every time i used to do so, Hamza would tell me good stuff about it and then like bring a beacon of hope near me, that would force me to write.

I am glad i never gave up, and today i got a fruit for this.

Thank you, bro. I love you.

What's more.

yeah, so how i got obsessed with this thing?

This is also because of this guy HAMZA that i got a chance to visit bloggers meet up.

That day i said to my self, 

"DAMN, blogging is awesome".

Since that day i am really obsessed with blogging and won't stop it.

Lets sum it up, with final statement. 

Crease The COIL.

A men can never get two things:

1. Extra Balls
2. .

.

.

I thought men have two balls, so what are you looking for now :D

so, it was lame. 

Sorry for that lame start, but i have got some more great stuff left in my pocket.

So today i am gonna discourage: 

so u think u are the best???

Ok, so lets start with auspicious quote:

A men can do anything but not EVERYTHING.

I don't know who the hell said that but he was too a human but he was a smart one like me, he wasn't fishy like u all, thinking that u can easily cross any limits and boundaries and can do everything.

( tongue expression).

Here is the most idiot among your race,
just look at this idiot, who thought he could go into past.

He never make it to past, but he made it to:

the same place where u all go in the end.

What made me think that u all r idiots was the fact:

U guarantee that u can do anything, but u can't just lick ur own elbow with ur tongue. :P

What is more.

You can't touch ur last tooth with your tongue even.

Don't tell me that you tried it. IDIOT.

Wait don't leave, now i am getting serious with this thing.

What really made me hate humans,are few things that i am now tired of witnessing.

They are:

1. YOU just CAN'T see ONE of YOUR own RACE happy. i.e JEALOUSY.
2. YOU just NEVER except YOUR mistakes U have A habit OF blaming OTHERS.
3. YOU lie, even THOUGH u know THAT others LIKE you HAVE emotions
4. YOU kill, even THOUGH u KNOW its BAD.
5. YOU love LUXURIES and DON'T care ABOUT those WHO can't AFFORD them
6. YOU live IN the MOST beautiful PLANET in YOUR solar SYSTEM but YOU still HARM her.
7. YOU know THAT what YOU do IS bad, BUT still YOU DON'T CARE.

That is what YOU say.

It's like all what i ahd in my pockets.

WAIT!!!

I have a request, what I just typed above seems the right thing to me but this would be the first time i want my self to be wrong, and i want u to correct me.

P.S, I am not a human any more. not that i am castrated, no but my heart turned to stone.

this would be the 'THE END' for today.

Heart served, Eat it u MAN EATER

This one thing hunts me,

Why I don't post every day.!!!!

I just don't know why, but i think it is because i type slowly, haahhaha, this thing reminds me of the time when I used to find the words on the keyboard and just typing my name would take 5 whole minutes and i would feel like am in heaven.

P.S it was like 2 years back, now am turning a pro.

now this is how i use it now.

So what haunts me more, i don't have followers, its been a whole month since i started blogging regularly and added it to my schedule.

Ok now if u r thinking that i write to get followers, yeah u can say that, i don't write just to keep it to myself, than what is the use of blogging, i write so that i can tell people what i think, my perception, that i am too living with a flow.

'Living with the flow'.

This reminds me of a joke.

I can't get my feet steady on the earth, the beat is so high that i bounce back.

STUPID, its not the beat, u r having a gaseous problem.

Ok this was a lame joke, but i love lame jokes, why? 

Damn, they r at least jokes.

Back 'to why i don't blog daily, i also blame my family for that.

They won't let me use internet as much as i want, they think i 'exploit' the use of internet, this is not my mom or dad but my uncle, once i was so outrageous that i went too far in the argument and then, my laptop was seized.

Well, that is bad, and that is why i hate being old, they kinda think everything from their perspective, i am tired of convincing them that its our generation not yours.

screw u oldies. (not all of u)

Let me see, what else is in my pocket, except for the rocket, jokes apart,

I have one more thing to say but before i move further, why don't u get a coffee for two, because i know u would be like hell while readint this one.

why for two? lol, aren't u gonna invite me to a coffee.

So the last thing was, was, was, oh my god i forgot it, why?

This is because while writing i had to take a break because of our beloved K.E.S.C

In Pakistan nothing but load shedding is punctual. 

Hats off to the punctuality.

 Yes, it got back into my mind.

Intel brain, that is what i need, with a memory card. 

So  the last thing is, 'I Love Girls'.

but still this is for every girl, (nothing personal).

Aristotle said, "Women are incomplete men".

I say, how the hell they got half of the SUPERIORITY.

Nothing personal, but its just for the sake of fun.

thank you for reading, its:

_UCK?

Life is only a game of _ uck.

options may vary. 

dirty mind :P

So, the point is:
I've been studying in school for around ten whole years and apart from what i have learned in English, math or science, there are two featured points i have uncovered and they r as true as my reflection in mirror, lol its horrible. jokes apart, the points are:
Education never guarantees MONEY. 

i.e, Education never guarantees u a million dollar job or a fortunate business, nope never.

There is no better example to this statement than Mr. President of my country. (Nothing personal).

Its something every one knows. 

while i was typing a friend of mine was reading it, when i typed this paragraph he said:

WTF then i am studying for, damn it, i am not going to school then..

Education was, is and would never be for MONEY.

Because, education never says that if u would pass C.A or A.C.C.A or any other (alphabetical) degree u would get the best job no Education does not gives a damn about money.

No guarantee.

Now this is where the _UCK thing comes into game, and your life depends over it now i have a joke over here, it goes:

I wasn't born with a golden spoon but my dad was a painter. :P

so lets sum it up, cuz i have more to write, so education provides u:

Help, when u need a friend or someone to talk education helps u, like it helps me, and other writers who can share with every what they think with no boundaries or limits.

It provides u freedom, power, ability, support and consoles when u need them.

No one likes to sit beside a 70 years oldie, they kinda freak u out with the bitterness and how bad ur generation is, but books are their best friend and many best sellers are written by oldies.

SO DON'T GET EDUCATION FOR SUCCESS, BUT FOR EXCELLENCE.

Back to my LUCK chapter, so what made me write about luck was an incident that make me ponder into the Luck, so what happened with me was:

It was my first day at an institute, and being a Pakistani and specially a Karachi guy, it was my responsibility and a code of honor for me to be late, so the class started at 6 p.m and i was 17 minutes late, wow i fulfilled my responsibility and served my people well.

when i entered  the class every single person in the room turned back to see me as i was a king, but it was so embarrassing for me.

My teacher's horrible reaction :(

 

So without establishing any eye contact with anyone, i settled down in the last row, and took my stuff out and started to follow what the cheater, oh sorry, the teacher was speaking.

Exact ten minutes later a girl entered the room, wow she showed that she was more patriotic than me, sam thing happened every one turned back to see her, and she neglecting every one sat next to me. (Not to mention how erotic i felt cuz i was the only guy in the room having a girl sitting next to her).

So, here comes the worst part, we both were sharing the same bench but had different seats, so there was a gap in between, few minutes passed and suddenness her stationary fell to the ground, killing the silence. Being courteous i got down before her to get her stuff, when i assembled everything in my hand i lifted my self but as i was lifting my head suddenly there was a bang and i felt something real hard hitting my head and i got back to the ground.

When few seconds later i got up, and saw the girl, she was sitting on the chair but her body was falling sideways and bubbles were forming on her lips, i was damn scared and i shouted so loudly that every one jumped to their feet and every one started to gather around the scene as if every one was from C.I.D.

I thought that bang has killed her because it was so terrible that my head was seeming as it have suddenly grown up, i wonder what she used as a shampoo

Even the teacher said :

So, the ambulance was called and the after diagnosing the girl the doctor said:

"IT was A normal FAINT thing, NO need TO worry."

I was like, what no need to worry, she nearly killed me on the frst day, and now i will have to go home with this pumpkin head, and all u said is No need to worry!, fuck u man and it was all.

That day i learned one thing _UCK is the most craziest thing in the world...

That is all, thank you for reading.

Smile from a shadow.

There is nothing to say today, but i love this song, i don't know how but i feel my spirit rising and the poetry is like nothing u have ever read before, i don't really appreciate the melody but the words took me so deep in thoughts that i was like in other world.
This is a message to all of us, a tribute to my land and a song showing bright side of my country, cuz the country isn't bad but there are few people who forgot there path and they need a guide.
Hats off to 'AREEB AZHAR' for his fabulous and worth listening work.
Am just so lovin it.

Bees on my honey. urghhh

to read this post u might need:

1. an empty basket, (in case u vomit)
2. a  tissue box, (to clean the mess) and
3. a glass of water (to clean the mess within)

"read at your own risk".

I might have surprised a hell out of you.

You might be thinking WTF u would be reading

so today you would be reading: 

'MY EXPERIENCE ON A BUS'.

I bet u would have said WTF but its not a normal bus ride i am gonna talk about, neither the bus was normal, nor was i when i stepped out of it.

Here is the bus i traveled on,

oh, sorry, i added the pic of what was the first thing i did after getting out of it.

here it is, :O

 The first u would have said would again be 'WTF'.

Its what i said, when i saw it coming.

lets skip the part of how i got into it and how lucky i was to get a set by the window in it, lets move to the creepiest and the part which would bring u nausea: 

hihihahahahahah !!!

It started with me, stepping into that shit, it was like my

'worst Nightmare'. 

There were like 32 seats in the bus (according to my count) and the people in it were 47 including me (according to my count).

That means 32 the most luckiest one were seated and 15 unfortunate had to stand, and those included me, but my luck abhor it and after five minutes of standing i got a seat beside window, wow i thought it would be awesome now, but it wasn't as predictable as i thought it to be.

So here the story started, the seat next to me was vacant and i was hoping an amiable  guy to occupy it, but instead a gloomy guy, wearing a dress which was so baggy that i couldn't tell from where it started and where it ended occupied the place and the man was nuts, i.e Pathan.

its only metaphorically used, i really don't mean it. so nothing personal.

That pathan was looking a real extremist with a long beard and long mustaches and a turban that was so huge i wonder how he kept it in his place.

The worst part, he had a bag and i was really afraid if he was carrying a bomb in it, and i was like hardly thinking anything.

the odour whch came from him nearly burned my nose hairs, it was so bad so bad, that i feel asking him: 

'Have u taken an oath of never getting a bath'.

all i have to say after this :
hahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahha

At every bounce the bus gave, he used to jump over me, and this really haunted me cuz i have heard a lot of stories about pathans being homos and i was afraid that he might sexually abuse me, so i kept my bag between us.

I don't know whether he was habitual of it but after every five minutes interval he used to unwrap a packet he was carrying in hand and would take a pinch of that thing and then set it in his jaw. I was quite sure that it was NASWAR and the odour was so irritating  that i had a migraine when i got off the bus, but the most disgusting part was, he spitted the naswar out from my window, and i could feel drops of his saliva touching me, yyyyyyyyyyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuukkkkkkkkkk but still i kept silent.

I so hate you...u disgust

I don't know how i sat patiently in that shit with that shit but my cell phone and headphones are two angelic inventions that saved my life, headphones for sure kept my tune steady and cell phone, cuz i typed this article sitting in a bus and this also a disgusting that this "AKHROT", was continuously staring at my cell while i was writing, i know for sure that he never understood a single word cuz:

1.  he would have killed me and 
2. his expressions were that of Bella: 'Total Blank."

Sorry for that compliment, but u do look blank.

yeah it is me, wow i survived.

U won't belive but i did the same thing after burning the bus :P, i felt live after that, it was like even the traffic seemed good to me.

That ride was truly unpredictable and was the most creepiest ride i have ever taken in my life.

I was deadly sick in the past two days, thats why i wasn't blogging, but now i am back and i promise i won't get near to a bus or a pathan any more.

I even took the oath recently.

I hope u never used that basket and tissue while reading the blog, and hope it went as creepy as possible.

Be happy and don't use public transport, ENJOY, cheers.

When The Sky Gets Clear.

the best part of my life is, i had a child hood. not just i had to eat, drink, play and change my diapers, but because i never did the eating and diaper changing myself. Either mom or dad, would hang around me to do my stuff. Its like " no responsibility zone" of life.

Well, am not gonna dry u up with some general things every one experiences in childhood, bt am gonna try  that when this ends u leave at least smiling.  I'm gonna tell u some fantasies i dream today but when i was kiddo i already fulfilled them without knowing it. :@

The first thing i really love about my childhood is, i attracted girls towards me, wow, cuz i was like too chubby wubby  with !! urgh am not gona just tell how i was, see the picture below or u will think i am boasting off. :D

(am on left, obviously.) doesn't it looks as male snow white :D 

 hmm, so the girls would like grab me, cuddle me in their arms, and kiss me, hug me and the best part:

they would fight for me and i would fight to get rid of them, but in the end they would leave me helpless at my mom's hand, my face covered with lipsticks  an then she would wipe them off.

Now,  i wonder, man how stupid i was, i should have enjoyed those moments, darn, cuz who wud kiss me now herself :D,  not a chance. :(

there is only one thing to say here:

"WTFishy thing i did".

its enough with the kissy thing, lol, i do have much left.

Being a kiddo the highest place to ever reach were me father's shoulders, they seemed so damn high to me, that i won't stop crying while sitting on them, but there was my dad always easing me up, and like cheering me up sayin : common its just nothing for my son, he is so brave and all, and i would like feel much safer and better than.
Now, it just make burst forth, that how child  i was, but what about my current situation, there are many obstacles to cross, many heights to reach, but how would i go through all obstacles and huddles by myself, How? i really don't know, but  i know one thing:
"Life is sometimes so crazy that, I feel killing it". :)
moving further, whats a toughest job these days:
to me, Its to carry my school bag, over flooding with almost 20 things to study, and even if 1 gets left at home, am doomed, i would turn into the most out-standing boy of the class ;D.
but,  carrying my feeder to bed was like, doing weight lifting stuff :D, and i would get tired as hell after doing so. and i would sleep like:

sleeping beast :D

lol, am so horrible, only while sleeping, so where was I, yup i was saying k like, carrying feeder was a burden, and now i can carry almost hundreds of them, bt there is nothing to gain,
wow, i just had an idea, i can like start collecting these stuff from roads, and shout:
in native language: " raddi paper waley. :D
in English: "garbage collector, here".
i would earn atleast a few Rs.100s per month. :D
The most horrible part of being oldie is, U NEED TO WAKE UP AT 6:00 A.M, ahhhh, thats horrible, so horrible, so horrible, so horrible that i can type it a 1000 times, cuz my computer offers me a cut and paste option. :D
and when i was kiddo, i was allowed to sleep as long as i wished, and every one thought of it as nourishment.
there was nothing scarier than blank nights, and the most secure place were my mother's arms. So secure that every bit of evil seemed nothing while i was in them.

there is nothing beautiful as the love btween a mother and child.

I never had to worry about what to wear, at certain places, unlike now, i have to stand in towel, in front of my closet for almost an hour before my mother shouts and tells me what to wear.

hit one more time, and wall is gonna invite me in. :D

There were no Mondays and Fridays and Sundays, every day a carbon copy of other, with all the same activities. There were no punishments, instead, whenever i didd a stupid thing every one enjoyed it as i have done something brilliant, but now, even if i crack a joke every one would ask "should we laugh".
stupids. :P
On the whole, my childhood was, is and would always be an incomparable part of my life.
The era of my life which was filled  only with innocence and an aura of protection around me.
The era of life where i had nothing to gain and nothing to loose.
I wish u enjoyed reading some flash backs of my life.