Archive for the ‘ramble’ Category
honour thy (grand)father
you see a hot blonde chick on the street and you know that you’ve seen a hot blonde chick on the street – unless of course you’re in bangkok, in which case you have seen something which you should not have thought of as hot. you see a hot blonde chick’s avatar on the internet […]
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….hai qais, meray baad.
since i have more or less completely lost whatever smattering of creative ability i once had, and since you have obviously not lost your desire to read my stuff, i will take the middle road, not the one robert frost (two roads diverged in a wood and I – I took the one less travelled by) and […]
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pappu, buddy, don’t annoy me
the problem is not so much a dearth of substance as a confusion of style. and no i’m not talking about pakistani fashion. the problem with discussing problems is that you have to start at the beginning – and that is so not my style. nonetheless, one must persevere and strive at all times to […]
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history, as we all know, is a nawaz sharif. as in it repeats itself. i think 50/50 made this video back in the seventies or eighties, probably around the time pakistan went to new zealand on its first succesful overseas tour in ’72-73 – either that or, which is more likely, the tour in ’84-85 […]
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our lady of the pink patrol
admittedly i have been somewhat lax in our online reminiscences of the life of my royal majesty, leaving you to pine for updates but everything worth having is worth delaying so that the demand supply ratio works in the favour of the supplier. i’m sure warren buffet would approve of my market strategy. when you […]
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theres something about mary(am)
as a rule i keep my friends and family separate. this is not because i don’t like my family or because i like my friends too much but because if you’re a desi the way you categorise relatives is already very complicated without throwing in the friend card. let me explain. there are different names […]
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my cat does not have nine tails.
apart from the few iranians who claim that friday is named after this persian chick named farideh (and i want to place on record that i have nothing against iranians – as long as they’re female), most people agree that the etymology of the word has to do more with venus than any other woman. of […]
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…laraz jaata hai aavaaz-e-azaan se from queen’s east/west fusion track on coke studio’s thirty-third season. ________________________________________ no, i had nothing to to do with the hashish they found in mussafah. and this post was not written while under the influence of anything stronger than the shai haleeb that the tea boy, hidayatullah the blessed, manages to plant on […]
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of all of nature’s mercies, the greatest is the sindhri mango. the next is cricket. alexander the great (326 BC) on the shores of krokola (now karachi) _________________________________________________ oscar wilde, while discussing cricket, once complained, “it requires one to assume such indecent postures“. to the best of my knowledge, ijaz ahmed was slightly after his […]
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unday ka funda
it has been said that when reading some work of self-expression, a reader will form a mental image of what he believes the writer must be like. an idea of how the person may be your grandfatherly storyteller on a rocking chair addressing spellbound little kids or a young man in a coffee shop charming […]
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a bulldozer called caterpillar
when i was still in school i had a crush on this girl in my class who was pretty well sorted in the looks department. unfortunately, she had a disturbing preference for the rugged bad boy type with a rolled up rizzla in one hand and a gunshot wound on the other which left granny-glasses me […]
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i’m pretty sure we all know the guy who designed the parental control tool for the kaspersky security thingy on your computer. this is the kid who sniggered like an idiot when you read allama iqbal’s shair palatna, jhapatna, palat ker jhapatna lahoo garm rakhnay ka hai eik bahana in a comprehension passage titled warzish […]
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‘tum eik “fast” larkay ho.’
that life is a roller coaster is a fact disputed by few people other than the idiots who voluntarily watch horror movies at the theater at midnight with their obviously terrified girlfriends/wives in tow. however, most people who have ever been on a roller coaster or are blessed with a basic understanding of physics or […]
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ee bholro aahay.
ulm, baden-wurtemberg, germany, may be the kind of backwater you never visited or wanted to, but people with i.p. addresses originating from there have wandered on to this blog so woe betide thee who disrespecteth the place. even though it sounds like something my industrial sized stomach rumbles when the occupation rate dips below normal. […]
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it has been said that attempts at creativity, like writing, revive, and occasionally even resurrect, the dying (or dead, depending on how deep your faith is) brain cells that are the collateral damage of the mental exhaustion that goes along with the husool-e-rizq-e-halal policy that is the bane (and also the salvation) of my brothers-in-faith […]
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Samandar-e-Bemaina - The Abbasnama 