Ghazal - 1

<>Meri tanhai ko tera intezaar sa hay
Shayad teri yaad ka abhi ghubar sa hay <>

Huns to rahi houn phir bhi na jane kyon
Dil hai kirchi kirchi, wajood taar taar sa hay

<>Ghar to kya yeh tu ab makaan bhi nahi
Faqat ik saya-e-dar –o- deevar sa hay

<>Saqi! Mazrat! Aaj talab-e-saboo nahi
Tari abhi wasl ka khumar sa hay <>

Zakhmon ka ilaaj khud hi kar lijey hazoor
Suntain hai maseeha kuch bemaar sa hay

<>Muhabaat hay us say, na junoon – o – ishq
Bus us shukhs say humay kuch pyar sa hay <>

Seher tujh ko kaisay hon manzileen naseeb
Jab khud Khizar hi teri raah mein dewaar sa hay

Tush and Flair

Microphone left on at the Pee - 8 Summit

Tush: Yo! Flair

Flair: Yes, my love!

Tush: (Blushing) Thank you for the g-string. It was awfully sweet of you.

Flair: No problem, I know how you hate panty lines.

Tush: I know you picked it out yourself

Flair: Oh! absolutely, infact I sprinkled some of my cologne on it too.

Tush: Sigh! So you leaving?

Flair: Not if you want me to stay (moving slightly closer). I'll stay for the Trade thingy! (wink wink)

Tush: Yeh stay for the thingy, but let Flangela handle the discussions

Flair: Yes! I will

Tush: (Sees the waiter appoaching) So what about Toffee and his stand on the ceasefire.

Flair: (Catches on) Yada Yada Yada, No it cannot happen until they get this International Business agreed.

Tush: (waiter is now gone) So your room or mine.

Flair: Why don't we use Londi's room. Less suspicious!

Tush: Ok! I'll send her to Hiddle Miest. But it will take some time. She has to make the shit smell good and she needs to make some grounds to justify Misrael's right to offend. Because obviously if she goes out, she's got to succeed, if it were, whereas I can go out and just talk. But then you know I don't know my ass from my wive's face so I'll just end up choking on a falalel. And then Prick and Londi will have to work twice as hard to try and explain what I said.

Flair: So true!

Tush: It's all Irya's fault. They have to play nice with Misrael. I have a mind to call Toffee and tell him to get on the phone with Blessed and make something happen.

Flair: Yeah! He is sweet! (licking his finger ever so slowly)

Tush: Just like honey!

Flair: I'll bring a bottle and we can ....

Tush: Is this thing on ?

The microphone is switched off right then.

Let it be the end of times

One more suicide bombing. More senseless deaths. It now seems that everyday all you hear is body count. Mulim, Christian, Jew, Hindu etc all dying left right and center. Babies dead before they learn to walk, women dead before they could have babies, boys dead before their first shave. This whole blasted world is turning into a morgue.

I hate it. I hate it so much. I wish Allah would just strike his hand down on all those who are responsible. I, feel guilty for being happy and safe. Yes, safe in Karachi. Safer than the innocent men, women and children in Iraq, Palestine, Lebanon, Syria, Africa. Safer than most places on earth. We are blessed that we know our children will live to see another sunrise.

I am in the office today. A while ago when we were having strikes because of the Nishtar Park killings, people on Karachi Metblogs had decided that it was high time we took back our city. Some said they would go to work no matter what. I was one of them. I don't know if my coming to work makes a difference today, but it has made a difference to me. I am braver now. I fear death less.

I just hope and pray that the leaders of the Islamic world would wake up soon. The leader of the Arab world Saudi Arabia, has said that Hezbollah should suffer for it’s irresponsible actions. I would like to ask these eunuchs sitting in Makkah how long will we the Muslim Ummah suffer because of their cowardice. Can someone please ask USA to return the dignity of these caretakers of Islam and Kaba' in exchange for oil.

No swarms of Ababeel will fly with stones this time. Our faith is lost. We are lost. We are silent and dead.

Khizaan

My first Urdu post. Something I wrote in 1997. I hope my Roman script is good enough.

Jhulsi jhulsi raatain hain
Bey rung-o-boo din
Ujri lal shaamein
Aaj tere bin
Umeedon k phool bhi
Akhir ko murjha gai
Mohabbat ki baharoon mein
Yeh khizaan k din
Janey kaisey aagay?

Bumper Stickers

Customized Bumper Stickers for Karachi

• Careful! child in car and he has just learned how to drive
  
  
• If you can read this, BACK THE *^%$ OFF
  
  
• Don't bother robbing me. My cell was snatched this morning
  
  
• Pls. don't honk, I'm on the phone
  
  
• My bodyguard can beat your bodyguard
  
  
• If you hate KESC, honk!
  
  
• I have no electricity and water since 3 days, do you really want to mess with me??

Gang feel free to add to this list. Cheers !!!

I'll take a Rickshaw to Heaven

I am not superstitious, but I've always had this feeling that if I don't die of natural causes, I will either drown or be hit by a rickshaw. Why a rickshaw, you ask? Well because as far back as I can remember they have swerved right at me. As soon as I step onto the road, one appears out of no where and passes within inches of me.

I don't know why but today I am thinking about death. No I am not depressed. You sometimes just think about such things. I have never really planned my life. I don't have 5 year plans or charts hanging around telling me where I would be 10 years from now. I try and take life as it comes. Planning or should I say too much planning is never good. My goals in life are very simple, stay happy, try and do good work, help people whenever and wherever possible, party when you feel like it, close your doors when you want to be alone, make friends and devour books. Am I religious, maybe and maybe not. I just don't know what qualifications are needed to be religious. But I never forget my creator and my faith in Him is what keeps me going.

I am trying to learn to forgive (especially myself), to like mediocre things and not judge. I have learned to recognize my limitations and to live with them.

I just hope that after I am no more when people think about me they would remember a friend who made them happy and made them laugh. And they would say a little prayer for me.

From Board Room to Cafe Clifton

Checkmate, reporting back to duty. The training is over. It was hectic but intellectually stimulating. I was in the trainer's shoes after a long time. I have been doing CS training but to have Managers as trainees is a different experience.

And do I need to say they loved me ?? (pulling my collar now) . Got an average 9 out of 10 in the final evaluation. The late sittings paid off.

The day was very long. We had an official dinner afterwards at B.B.Q tonight. I stayed back at the office to finish my daily work, answer emails and read a few blogs. And there was no light at home so it was no use going back home and sweating.

The dinner was fun. The sales managers are a hilarious bunch. When the brass left we headed for Cafe Clifton for tea. Stood there laughing our heads off. Our guests from up-country enjoyed themselves. I am half Punjabi so it feels nice to hear the Punjabi version of Urdu once in a while. A punjabi joke (and abuse) will never sound the same in any other language.

Drove home. Germany and Italy had just kicked off the semi final match. I was too pooped to stay awake and watch.

I will try and write some more today. It gives me immense happiness that my posts make people laugh or puts a smile on someone's face. There is no greater pleasure than to make someone happy.

Missed all my blog friends in the past few days. But now I am here.

P.S. I need to put up my urdu poetry blog need help in figuring out the easiest way of writing urdu script. If anyone has suggestions please let me know.