What do I miss the most? You? Hell No! Something Bigger.....

It's been a while when I was spared by your sweet voice uttering those bitter words. Now my emotions have gone missing while your beauty caters the senses of those who were blessed to have a touch of your skin. They all said its joy, a lust, an addiction you can just never get tired of. But what would these poor souls know.

 I've been in this place before; your perfection would just mesmerize me. As if, every word you spoke was a charm of black magic taking over my mind, you would stare down a hole in my soul with your seductive gaze. Logic and science lose their existence and replaced by fantasies and delusions of perfection and one who re-defines it. Everything else becomes meaningless and objective of doing anything becomes one, to make these fantasy a reality. Your presence used to strike fear and nervousness mixed with elation and freedom in my heart. Like a walk on a tight rope with hell and heaven on either side. Every word delivered to your ears is measured in the depths of mind and simulated over and over till the perfect word you come up with is just a mere greeting. Rest is like a beautiful dream, but how can a dream come true you see, that was my ambition and as soon as you said those words, the dream lost it charm. Life became meaningless, as if millennia of hard labor and reward torn down to mere shreds, and can't blame it to you; your perfection would only make me hate myself even more.  But now you’ll ask me now if I felt so deep how I survived.

But whether I’m a coward of death or having a will to survive, I’m still breathing with my lungs which used to savor your sweet smell. But I confess that even though it’s been a few years, it seems like an eternity. But don't be mistaken my dear, my love for you is lost. You see, it wasn't you what I missed or what you do now has no effect on me. But is how you made me feel. Not you, but love itself.

Ripped off by the vendors or chewed off by Hepatitis? Pick your Poison!

Spend more and rue later, or save now, get screwed and die later?


That's the question I came up while I was eating this a Rs.35/- Chicken Biryani (Although it might be something which ate a chicken.) from a small restaurant near my University since I had only Rs. 100 which I get everyday as my stipend and my university charges around Rs. 80-95 for almost the similar quantity and almost same in the taste. Eating that biryani gave me sense of elation, that I managed to save almost double of what I would usually spend in my university but at the same time fear of eating something cooked in unprocessed animal fat and area surrounded with at least a billion flies, not to mention that my university stands right next to an industrial waste canal. Well, again I'll give you my biased thoughts on how I presume this entire situation and what was the answer I came up with.


Fortunately for me, my parents can afford me to go to a good university and give me a pocket money, still saving is something which I and my folks value a lot. But then again, My saving options are pretty limited, since I have not earned a single dime in my life, ever. Even my application to earn from this blog got turned down. All I get through out the year is from Birthdays, Religious Festivities where I get money from elders relatives and then again my monthly parental ATM which withdraws a sum of cash conveniently at the start of the month. Now given this situation of dependency, I believe my only answer to this cerebral mayhem is, Save now and party later, as long as I don't barf my lungs out.


You might say, dude ask your parents for a raise or why the *explicits* are you throwing your life away.
A lot of reasons weighs my opinion a ton in comparison to mere Kgs of being ripped off in NAVEED'S BIASED MEASUREMENT TOOL (NBMT, because making acronyms for made-up things is fun.)


Well, to be honest, It's where my semi-existant ego comes in action, so yeah, I don't like asking for money, and I'm running out of sources to my make myself some cash. So yeah, saving now is doing me a lot of favors, I can spend a good sum of cash on dinners, movies and usual hangouts from the money I save everyday and I don't have to make up excuses (not at least till the end of the month i.e). Don't mix it up with "saving it for the rainy day" just call is "saving for the party time" since the occurrence of both of rain and party have a drastic difference.  As for death, I don't earn so no one is dependent on me and I don't owe anyone anything so at least no one will be selling my tombstone for money. But yeah, maybe who knows getting some money, robbing a couple of banks or just getting a mere job might better my situation in the future and I might spend and spend more. But a screwed up budget, minor but strong ego and limited options, I declare a knockout in the 1st round with victory for Chewed off by hepatitis. Because though it might not give you a Big Bar of Snickers in the first attempt, But will give a Hershey's kiss every time.

Intelligence Gone Nuts (and Cookies)

(Contents below are is just humor and intends no harm to any government agency, any independent entity or organization,country or race.)

Recently searching on web, I would see the most amusing thing (click here to check it out).The post saying Taliban's website got hacked by MI:6. They removed home-made bomb recipe with a Home-made cake recipe! and all the bakery stuff. Talk about Sugar Rush of Doom.When Nitroglycerin is replaced with one Kilograms of flour and 3 cups of sugar, you know that the Holy House of James Bond has gone nuts. Either it must be them watching 60 hours of subliminal children oriented TV shows or must an intelligence experiment gone wrong. Imagine James Bond eating chocolate cupcake with a hot chick in a donutmobile to save the world from Russian Dudes, (Btw, I have a good feeling, that after koreans,arabs and Russian, it's a high time for Pakistan to be a part of Hollywood, at least the rear end of it.) It's just beyond logic. Humor factor is lost in the process, assuming if that was the plan, Taliban won't find it funny, neither do I but for completely different reasons, Taliban will have to go through Multiple layers of chocolate brownies to put the bomb-site back-up. But I hate it because that not how these "Agencies Roll". Well, my creative thinking might be restricted to what we see in movies but everything in not what it seems. The truth might be that, MI:6 is owned by Willy Wonka with those small people working, (must be a geeky one them I assume who put cream cake on the web instead of Hand Grenade.)! After today's antics, My hypothesis might turn into a theory. Or maybe that's what they want us to think meanwhile, they do the same stuff as they do in the movies........ WELL PLAYED MI:6, at least you got me confused.