Archive for August, 2006
nice birthday
the cool thing about this birthday (apart from the fact that this was the fifth time that it was divisible by five) was that i spent it among a groupof people who were all almost exactly the same age i am – and have known me long enough to make the age factor inconsequential. i […]
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of e. coli, us and the crazies.
sometimes you get bitten by the crazy bug. the risk of this multiplies exponentially when the three people who are hanging out together happen to be the turk, the stud and yours truly. they say that in a death free environment e. coli bacteria can multiply from being a single cell to four milion kilograms […]
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not again…
add to the list of things stolen from me: yet another mobile phone, my trusty sony ericsson. i’m too incensed to write anything more now.
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this is the first scene of a play i’m writing. any resemblance to any persons living or dead is probably accidental. go figure. also let me know if its worth continuing. the soliloquies a play in 1 act cast: abdullah shah karachvi – (the central character. a dark, overweight and generally unattractive young man. abdullah […]
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out of all the things that happened yesterday, one stands out as being more than mildly interesting. after ages of pestering each other, link 3 and i actually managed to meet up for fifteen minutes in front of habib bank plaza. and the “surprise”, or at least part of it, was that link 1 was […]
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part of the reason….
Copy 1 of Picture(40) Originally uploaded by Xill-e-Ilahi. when by the end of the working day (and night) your dustbin begins to look like this, it suddenly hits you that all the jokes about broad wheelbases begin to become decidedly unfunny, yet you grudgingly admit that kentucky boiled chicken would never have made it big. […]
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from king to clown
i know that this post is slanderous (or is that libelous?) to the extreme but losing a series to the english hurts. especially when that clown panesar takes wickets and a wanker like bell manages to get three centuries – to date. and i know that the following 55ers don’t make inzi any less of […]
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here is an excerpt from e e cummings’ introduction to his anthology, “new poems”. you’ve got to love the screwy typography and writing style. insanity turns me on. The poems to come are for you and for me and are not for mostpeople-it’s no use trying to pretend that mostpeople and ourselves are alike. Mostpeople […]
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55 not-so-fiction
apart from the fact that i am rapidly (yes i used the word “rapidly” as opposed to the “gradually” a couple of posts ago) inflating to the point where people have started describing me as, and i quote, ‘the fat, balding guy who looks a little like olesugun obasanjo’ – with due cause i might […]
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choice
kabhi kabhi yaad mein ubharate hain naqsh-e-maazi mitay mitay se woh azmaish si dil-o-nazar ki, woh qurabatein si, woh faasalay se kabhi arzoo ke sehra mein aake ruktay hain qaafilay se woh sari baatein lagaao ki si, woh saray unvaan visaal ke se nigah-o-dil ko qaraar kaisa? nishat-o-gham mein kami kahan ki? woh jab milay […]
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underdone he thinks of calling her all day but something keeps popping up. when he does get her on the phone she’s upset and only wants to vent. he tries his best but he can’t get her to relax. my life’s a mess, she says. it ends an hour later with him as depressed as […]
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you might get this…
dil wo hai ke fariyaad se labraiz hai har waqt hum wo hain ke kuch munh se nikalne nahin detay akbar allahabadi
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24 hours later (almost exactly) Originally uploaded by Xill-e-Ilahi. while i continue to gradually rot and decay (an also inflate) at hpml, it has been raining hard (yes hard – as someone said, farishtay tika tika ker maar rahe hain) in our delightful ruins by the sea. and on the first, and incidentally the worst, […]
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