In a new world

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A preamble burst of passion

A person no matter how much a rebellion he is of the social wrongdoings, does catch a few muck spots. This is what happened lately with me when I used abusive language for someone from the fairer sex. Now please don’t get carried away with limited details and read the explanation I have to give.
It was 1900 hours and I was driving back home , I entered the NHS Gizri Gate and turned left for the third street. I was on my left lane and as I made the turn a black sedan car came in front of my car blocking my way. The headlights were so sharp , I could hardly see the person on the driving seat. Anyways, that car was to turn right and it was supposed to be in its own lane but it was blocking me on the wrong lane and expecting me to reverse and give it way to pass by. This was a really annoying situation for me. The car horned, hooted several times and this made me turn the ignition and the headlights off . I decided to stand static as a rock there no matter how prolong this drama goes.
A minute or two passed by and I was getting ready to get fist to fist with this idiot. That person definitely sensed my stubbornness and decided to reverse back a bit, and as a result got some room to get back to its original lane. I got my car started and as the car came pass me, what I saw was a girl of early 20s driving that god damned car which was jam packed with yippie style ladies. I pointed to my forehead,communicating her, what a jerk she had been. She pulled down the window ; I was expecting an apology from her. What I heard next was unbelievable. She used her fancy accent English( that these people learn from star plus soaps) shrilling “ You were on the wrong side and you did not give me …” She wasn’t finished yet with her hip lingo and I burst out with anger advising her “ F!@# You, get a drivers license a$$hole”, and zoomed ahead. She was definitely not expecting something like this and I saw her through the side mirror when she quacked back in a feeble voice ” F!#@ you toooo” .
She was late and definitely needed practice on uttering such words.
I wasn’t feeling conceited at all in fact I was surprised how I used the foul language for a mademoiselle for the very first time in my life and I regretted. It was just a preamble burst of passion and nothing more. Believe it or not, I don’t use such words in my daily life but what happened there was inexpliqueable. Anyways it was a funny tale of stupid people bumping into wrong guys and is mentioned just for the sake of entertaining your reading senses not your testosterones. :)

Moral of the story:
Grandmas make better drivers than hot chiks.

Sweet Nostalgia

There I was ..listening to the early ninety grudge again. …I am now having a love-hate relationship for such stuff just as they don’t fulfill the urge and seem to regenerate every now and then. I wish to run away from this addiction but removing them from PC is like requiring a lot more than courage. But just as I m done listening to them, I feel this nostalgia which makes the environment so gloomy that I wish I wouldn’t have thought playing them in the first place. But after a while, everything gets normal. And I never learn; you’ll find me doing the same thing all over again after some time and so the vicious cycle continues. Orwell was right! There is no hope.

True Lies

Saw the movie back when we loved watching a film with a brawny hero who sets off a bomb within a second to spare. The name of the movie was definitely catchy and often baffles up on getting the meaning straight .Perhaps, this little event can help you understand the meanings. I came back from the Nortel Conference held at Sheraton Karachi. The discussion was very interesting with the host adding a witty touch when he told us that filmstar Reema was asked to host this technology program. Nortel actually called up this conference as it had recently set up its business in Pakistan and was looking for some fine clients. I would like to mention it here that the company I serve presently ,Arwentech (formerly Americom) is a technology consultant company which buys telecom equipment from companies like Nortel and vends it in form of a solution to its own clients. Anyways, the hall was packed from the start as there was no participation fee ( plus everyone was to get a gift hamper from Nortel on leaving) of the session .I found myself at odds as I looked younger compared to the other participants and soon I found out that it were the managers that were all around me. One of the organizers came up to me in the tea break and started interviewing me with a suspicious look. Anyways when I told them I was from Arwentech, he looked relieved and when I told him my name ‘Ahsan’ he went wild like Ohhh Mr. Ahsan it was a pleaseure meeting you and blah blah blah…I just new what exactly happened at that point. The guy had mistaken me as the other Ahsan who is btw a Manager at our company and I was like what should I do next?….. tell him I was not what he was thinking or should I just pretend t be a manager especially sent to represent the company. I sat there inaudibly realizing what a big Truth Liar I was. And the shirt i got from that gift hamper was amazing :)

Woah! yesterday was some day . In the eve,i was almost choked out and after a 8 hour sleep i still feel the fatigue. Recently, i was again sitting in Islamabad , on a short notice this time.Would you believe how I took a three day off from office and went to the capital by TRAIN and then came back again by TRAIN. There are some good deal of tales from this adventure that i wish to share with the public.

The bizarre flare

Past few weeks were heavy as they asked a lot of endurance and patience from me. It was an unknown trauma i went through inexplicable in a way that even if I sit here the whole night, try to carve out the moments, it would be in vain. In this case, a certain image I shrug off my mind comes back in déjàvues for some time. These flashbacks happen often when I am alone or walking on a deserted trail and all of a sudden my random thoughts are invaded by some thing I had seen earlier with a heavy heart.

Though the car is there in the garage, I prefer walking to my nearby office or take the transport. On my way from one posh locale to the other where I work, I get captivated seeing an ordinary Pakistani in his regular attire working his day out. The next thing on my mind is proly like what would be his thoughts on someone passing by on a classy car or the elegantly dressed educated chaps around him. This thought of class difference and inability to reach the life style that is advertised everyday around him. At times, I’m also thinking what sort of problems he would be having back chez lui. I know its crazy but cant avoid it and it was really happening a lot in recent days..

Gladly, its because Ramadan is here that makes me feel more compassionate towards my fellow beings and it’s this agony that would help me do more and more charity . Since God gave me so much and giving some of it to the needy ones turns me normal from this trauma, heals my wounds from the flashbacks, makes me relaxed and contented. I seem to be addicted to the whole process. Try reaching your nearby suburb and distribute zakah with your own hands. Experience it, and the next thing u will see what life has to offer you.

Vacation 07

The three day vacation at Islamabad was unusual in respect that it included some some good patrolling around the city and the Margallas. As we walked through the auburn leaves of the fall foliage in this renovated Damn-e-Koh, we gossiped of the good old university times. Staying at Ghazi’s, it was always feasible to stay out late. Not to forget his patience on a lot of occasions: ) . After the seminar , there were heavy showers that stuck us at blue area for some time. At dawn, the city sky was like goddess aurora.Feeling the morning dew together with the chilly puffs of air from the regular Islamabad vegetation is some experience. Giving some more magic realism to it was the smell of the shrubbery. Many of these moments were saved by my Canon A430. Some of those are uploaded above.

On EARTH LIVE 7/7/7

I believe these type of events are much over-rated.I think that creating awarness among ordinary people about global warming can not neccessarily save us from the power of mother nature nor delay a particular disaster.Its not the people who need to change thier mind but the Industrialists that term it as a global socialism initiative.Why have US and Australia not ratified the Kyoto protocol and why are China and India not required to reduce carbon emissions under the present agreement?