tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-245290752024-08-31T11:34:08.308+05:00Ramblings and thoughts from the not so young of Islamabad, Pakistan.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24529075.post-3068918300344507452008-08-22T13:06:00.003+06:002008-08-22T13:11:47.873+06:00

Have your cake and eat it too!We’ve all heard this age old proverb or adage or whatever you call it these days. Well here’s my two cents worth…What is the point of a cake if you can’t eat it!! What; are you going to sit and admire the icing, the sweet (and usually round) shape of this slab of scruption and watch while others peg away at it slice by slice??Here’s what I simply say:I want my cake

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Firstly for all you fools who might think I was stalking someone and got what I deserved; this note is about an accident!So here I am with my friend at an accessory store getting a cleaning kit for my pistol. While I was curiously checking out the different array of knives, holsters and handgun gizmo’s my friend Anwar was busy browsing in those areas of the store where normal people don’t ponder

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Yes that is the finding for today. Whether you may be a brain surgeon, an accountant, lawyer or the steward on the red-eye out of New York headed to Australia; one night out at a decent lounge or bar with friends and you are ready to hit the rat race again on Monday.And hey, I am not excluding any non party-iers from this mass group of fun-finders. Everyone has their own way of recharging their

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That’s what the saying goes like (or at least similar). Well let’s see who is flattering who here.Man (and I mean mankind here for being slightly politically incorrect) inherently mimics! Period.I got this epiphany a while back but have been on hiatus from writing for some odd reason or another. The moment was riding a subway in Barcelona, with a colleague (also an avid blogger at http://

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What is it about a good looking woman with a weapon that just makes a movie so watch-able?Saw wanted over the weekend and boy were there some farfetched-physics defying turning Newton in his grave kind of stunts and scenes. I’m talking about cars being flipped over other cars and people being shot through open sunroof’s because the side windows were bullet proof. I’m talking about bullets doing

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Well one does feel energized walking down Times Square at night (or day actually)knowing not what adventures may lay ahead, whether they range between a pick-pocket or a rendezvous with an enigmatic stranger but then that’s the exciting thing about the Big Apple!!Learn't another new thing this time around. . .The 'New York weekend' is different from what a regular person would normally identify

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What is it about NYC that just makes you feel so alive the minute you walk out of the airport? I specifically mention ‘walk out’ here because with my green passport (Pakistani passport for you not so border friendly readers out there) it really is a pain to enter the US from its eastern border.You have just gotten off a 14-hour flight, you’re tired, craving a nicotine hit (in my case at least)

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I haven’t blogged in a long while but here’s the first ice breaker after my long hiatus.My life is now run by a flashing red light! Yes; I am talking about the indicator light on my Blackberry device which announces the arrival of a new email, text message, appointment or a notification that there is some new info awaiting my attention.I’m just glad I found the option where I can switch off the

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Well this was the interesting dilemma I faced Monday morning last.I decided to walk into office at 0900 hrs sharp and change my trend of coming in usually at 0915-0920. I walked in all Irish spring fresh, suited and ready to tackle the day’s challenges with cheery greetings and elevated spirits to our marketing floors.Lo and behold what do I witness . . . there was not a soul to be seen on the

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The sequence of events (as memory reminds me) goes something like this:• Leaving work on Friday eve at around 6-ish, • Heading to a house-warming dinner around 10-ish (after a pre-dinner GT [that’s get-together for all you not-so-social-acronym-savvy’s] at another friends place around 8-ish) And the next thing I recall vividly (amidst the foggy frames of events lodged in my mind of goings-on over

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What is it about old friends visiting back that seems to bring back a certain kind of nostalgia?Well it was the second coming of The Saad and as usual was surrounded in reminiscent stories of yesteryears followed by projections of our 5 year plan. The one discussion that did catch my attention; and jolted a memory out of my mental vault more so than another, was the individual adventures everyone

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We all hear how Monday’s are blue, dreary and I certainly don’t want to be at work on a Monday after a good weekend. So I checked up the etymology of the word Monday and here’s what I found:Monday: The day is the first day of the week (if you follow the business calendar; geographically and culturally it varies in importance and sequence) and is derived from the Moon and is also known as the

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For want of a nail, the horseshoe was lost.For want of a horseshoe the steed was lost.For want of a steed, the message was not delivered.For want of an undelivered message, the war was lost!I got this, of all places, from a movie last night and it has struck a nerve and etched itself so permanently in my mind that I would want to sum up my 2008 in this philosophy.Who says watching television is a

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I don’t mean the big ticketed items here. I mean fair enough that one gets irked at seeing someone kick a puppy or someone being rude to a helpless person is enough to wring a knot in a soul-less shylock’s heart but I am talking about the small ticketed items.To define those to you from my perspective here are a few things that send my noggin off the freaking rocker because how can one not see

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So heres my weekly question:What is the deal with someone calling you either early in the morning or late at night, awakening you from you slumber, and politely asking “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”Here’s what I researched and found:This is an inane human habit/nature in attaining the upper hand/taking-the-command, subconscious act which basically translates like this:The guy (or girl) knows you

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What is it about weather and the roles it plays in ones behavior? Take yesterday for instance. Islamabad had a hailstorm that left the city covered in a blanket of white, bringing scores of people out into the streets to see their town embalmed in natures wonder.Cameras where clicking, phones were buzzing and cars were a-crashing! (people don’t really know how to drive on icy roads here since it

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I have a friend in London who asked me this question today which struck a chord for me to look into myself before I replied with my response.Question: Do you think a twenty year old; the child of Pakistani parents who has grown up in the Middle East, schooled there and then in London but who holds a Pakistani passport and who has essentially grown up surrounded by Pakistani people is Pakistani

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A simple saying, easy to manage and, in my opinion, works like a dime!Breakfast like a King,Lunch like a Prince and Dinner like a pauper!Dont knock it till you try it is what i say. . .

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From a daughter rose she to the leaders role A vision carried forth; afforded to the massesFearless in the wake of a rising stormShe rode each tide with graceful formTraversing glory; fervor amidst the massesBellowed a voice that resonated between bordersSwaying the winds of change she progressedCarrying a message, questions to be addressedExiting swiftly before time’s natural demiseRipples a

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It starts out fine. You mellow into the zone, the mood kicks in nicely and you are at your ‘fluid’ best; friendly enough to have a conversation with just about anyone, yet coherent enough for them to understand what you are talking about.Then time ticks away (slowly at first) and you refuel on another just to keep you level. And then the conversation gets funnier, the music sounds better and the

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Inspired Instinctively by V for VendettaRhetoric resonance resorts to regenerating raw ramblings reviewed rather regularly. However, having hinted hurdles helps hamper hurried hatchings harming helpless humans who have hope. This tumult tries tirelessly to tease those trespassers trying tempestuously to tackle tedious tasks taken totally thoughtlessly though they think the tasks tried tabulate

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Why is it that when I think of ‘holiday’ I imagine time-off, relaxation, time to myself and activities to do at my leisure but as soon as the season arrives, each day brings at least two overlapping activities/wedding invitations/dinners to welcome the season/evening soirees to reminisce the year gone behind/something or the other, every evening. Not enough that one’s evenings are booked back to

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Ever wonder why when you are in an elevator one tends to look at the numbers of the floors change? Why we are insistent on looking like we are doing something useful for those few seconds which seem to last a lot longer than they should?Man (meant mankind here since this is an equal opportunity blog) by nature has an inherent need to be (or look) busy or let me rephrase that; man by nature does

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Gutting a fish!Well over the weekend I got into my cooking mode so decided to make some rainbow trout (the common name given to a number of species of freshwater fish belonging to the salmon family) for dinner. As I opened the neatly sealed Styrofoam box from Shangri-La Fish Farms (+92-300 988 8338), I was faced with the realization that I would have to ‘gut’ the fish myself (on account that our

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The ultimate debate topic! Probably as old as the war between good and evil, more talked about than the last Oscar’s and an answer as sought after as the Holy Grail.So I pose the question: In a battle between Freewill and Destiny, who would win?My answer . . . well it’s more of a thought, rather than an ‘answer’ and it goes something like this...First the definitions.Destiny:1. The inevitable or

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