New.Year.New.Hope

Respected Pakistan,

Its been a while that I wrote one of these, but given that we are rolling into the new year; I thought it would be a good time to get back on track. The last time I blogged, school had just ended and I was searching for a job. By the grace of God, I found a job straight off school. I don't really think I am suited for the job and have been trying to find something that will be more aligned with my goals in life. Am I optimistic? as always. So the first lesson the year taught me is that one should distance himself from anything and everything that he doesn't like doing.

Last year, at this time I was counting down to the new year; surrounding with over a 100 odd people. A lasting memory surely. This time around though I choose not to; I choose to stay back and address my Pakistani who doesnt have the option of choosing like I do. I understand that while I may not be a part of what they call the "elite" or "higher" tier of the social class; but I consider myself extremely fortunate to be blessed with everything I have ever wanted. While I am grateful to God for His generosity, I feel that you are not.

As the loud music rips through the speakers, fire crackers get ready to be unleashed, bottles of champagne are awaiting introduction, cafes are packed with people young and old and people rock the floor on gangnam style; these essentially are only a minute. The larger part, await their father to come home with his daily labor wage, they stand in lines for petrol and gas, they hope that the cold dies down because they don't have shelter, they have been staring at the light bulb waiting for the electricity, they wait for you to change; but we both know that you want change. Its the people who stand over you that are not.

The last year hasn't been great for you. Its unfortunate to note that you have been plagued by so many vows that if they were in a different country, the people would have actually done something about it. But then again, you know that the people standing atop your beautiful ground crossed the picket line of baghairiti a long time back. If I was posting this letter to you, you would have been able to figure that a couple of tear drops have escaped my eyes and made their way on the paper; but then again what will those couple of tears matter when millions don't  I saw a couple of shows on the channels that have taken over your air waves; I am sure the people who fought to give you a separate identity would be ashamed if they were alive. 

I know what has come you is totally against what your father wanted. He preached the generations to take care of like a mother; believe me Pakistan its not his fault. He gave us direction and presented his vision which would have made you the most prosperous world over; but we all know that greed and corruption have been your biggest enemies. The lack of education and awareness have played their part too; but that is not the most unfortunate part, I have sadder news. The youth who claim that they will fight for to avenge your lost honor, they have no direction and are all words. Recently, I went to MUN conference in your capital city and the education & learning imparted in the school would have made Sir Syed cry.

I know you are distraught already, but the condition seems to be on the turn of the worse. The blasts that have been tearing your mothers from their children, adolescents from their parents, creating terror and insecurity are on a rise. Equal opportunity and meritocracy are extinct concepts. New born's are losing their precious lives due to polio. My beautiful lady, the people who have sworn into office to protect and serve you have worked day and night to rap you. I am sorry, I am amongst those who seem to be powerless against them. I am sorry that I cannot stop them from taking advantage of you, even though I know what they do and how they plan to sell your majestic self to foreign entities. My Pakistan, tears fill my eyes, but then again tears a concept all to common; the Indus would overflow if the tears of your nation came together. 

As I said the people are hopeless, they are disoriented. The power sucked out from you is being used by machines, computers being one. Facebook is a place in the cloud where the young hang out these days; yes I understand my cultured lady that it is a concept hard to grasp. It is not a ill, but the manner how the youth uses it is embarrassing my eyes. They criticize the men who represent you when they fail, while make them heroes they win; yes the youth have dual standards. They have enveloped themselves in something known as "trolls"; haha i know what you're thinking, I dont understand it too. I know many kids and faculty people who stand for the wrong, they politicize things when they shouldn't. But these kids are not all bad, believe me. They have finally started to feel you're spirit, that is good. I am hopeful they will understand what they are doing and check themselves before its too late.

We have debated before, I tell you again and again how the generation before me failed. I still wonder why you disagree. Pakistan, the people of your country face a very tough year ahead. In my view a year that will either save your beauty or rip it to shreds. I hope and pray its the earlier case. I am trying to play my part, I really am. aahhhh, you caught me, no I am not perfect, but then when did I say I am? but as my mother, I wont lie to you. I don't cheat, I don't politicize, bitch or snitch on your people. I preach the concept of "fight for the right" and our favorite "stand up. speak up"; how we really hope that carries on. Me, Fareed and Usman, started to fine each other if we were caught littering, hahaha, it didn't clear the streets from the litter but atleast we are trying. I have started to talk to the men at shop stores, cabs and kiosks; making them realize how important their vote is and how the construction of bridges and underpasses is not a sign for development and it wont put food on their table. 

I have met some amazing people in the past year and have strengthened my relations with the people I really believe will make change or atleast will keep trying to. I really hope that I can be loyal to them and don't do any act that will ruin my friendship with them. I am certain that there will be millions others just like them who want to pull you from the death bed and put you on center stage where you belong. They should give us two hope.

Lastly, Pakistan, I have always called you my mother and I have always been the loudest in reciting your anthem. I am sorry that the educated youth have forgotten it. I am sorry that I have not done enough for you. I am sorry that I have never been able to recognize how much I am worth in your eyes. I am sorry that I realized so late in my life your value. I am sorry I have never acknowledged what you have done for my family. I am sorry that I have never given you anything in return. I am sorry that I have never asked my fellow crying brother how I could change something for the better for him. I am sorry that I have been so late in my fight for correction. 

What gives me hope My Lady is that I am not alone. I really hope that the next time I write to you it will be more optimistic, it will be a conversation rather then one way traffic; I realize that your health doesn't allow you to write or call. I assure you I will let no stone unturned in your healing.

I love you, as much as a son loves her mother; without you I am nothing. As I coined some years back, I bleed green, red is just a myth. Get well soon, maa ji.

New.Year.New.Hope.

Your son,

Muhammad Yasir

Stay Humble, Be Kind, Help Out, Reach Out, Stand Up, Speak UP

Greatest Hits of All Time.

I just hit back to bed, after what has been a long day, I have been told that I have issues conversing in urdu, figure that (I know fareed and usman are laughing their heads off, but its just usman being a jackass, inside joke)

Finally done with exams, done with MBA, sadly done with NBS (InshahAllah, result abhi ana hai). I've already blogged about school getting over and all, so I am not really sure how to go about this one, but this one has to be written. Saying our "goodbyes" the other night, Moiz sahib just put it all together perfectly, "yaara do saal bohat jaldi ghuzar gaye", following up with "blog tu bunta hai", tu sir yeh lain, market mein agiya hoon, aghay apko pata hai kia hoga merey pass.


As stated, I wrote something along the lines of how much NBS meant, so not sure how to make this entry not totally redundant.

Bright Idea Alert: Why not do a Charlie Pace again.

Hence, roll out the "greatest hits" (Shoutout to Lost, greatest show ever, for those who havent seen it, do now, Im assuming we will have time on our hands). The list under shall envelope some of the greatest one memories, in and with the people of NBS.

Disclaimer: The following are in no particular order. Like I started off with details and all, but then the list was just pertaining to my moments, so I asked folks for the Top 5 moments in their view, and what I have now is a bucket full of moments. I am going to go with a header, following with a flashpoint, hopefully it will do justice to your memory (yes, this post is generally directed towards my class)

* Sir may I have a smoke with you (first meeting with Hammad Khan, interview day NBS)
Flashpoint: Hammad and myself stopped at a signal, Yasir "I will never leave you alone", Hammad with a WTF expression, Yasir "dude its on the back of that car.......But I mean it", laughter ensues.

*Year One End (Semester 2 ends) 
Flashpoint: Abdullah Masood takes everyone into a snooker club so that we have fries and samosas on a snooker table, ghaliyaan ensue
Rain pouring, Afridi has his out of the window of the car, as the vipers wont work, goes "Sidha janey do, Sidha Sidha, mujhai kuch nazer nai araha, Sidha jao"

* Donut Doon ga, Grade loon ga.
Flashpoint: Abdullah Masood to Yasir, standing in the parking lot "yaar teachers ke saath dosti honi chahiyay, aur koi zara kerlaina chahiyay kabhi kabhi, zarori hota hai", Yasir replies "Sir, mein tu aisa nai ker sakta, kasm se dil nai maanta, meri nazer mein tu wo banda hi koi akheer kism ka g***u hoga jo yeh keray ga", Abdullah "Nai yaar, ai", cut short, Nabil running towards two screaming, "Is kaminey ne usko donuts diyay hain, isko roko aur iski sarey maro"

*Washroom? Smoking area
Flashpoint: Around 12 people inside, puffing it up, One person going "yaar chalan na hojaye", Arsalan Asad replies "aj tu ji daalley mein lay ker jana perhay ga" 


*No Piss breaks in class, boy, gher se farigh hoker aya kero
Flashpoint: Sohaib Qadir, gets up, intent on answering the call of nature, which is calling, it has already texted a couple of times, magher ab call arahi hai,, just when door is in sight and eyes are bright, Haroon presses the reject button. "What the hell, do you have a bladder of an eighty year old???", Sohaib ainda kabhi bathroom nai giya class ke wakt.

*Shahrukh Khan bhi tha aik
Flashpoint: Shahrukh as I used to call him, sitting in class probably would have thought aj tu bhai stud lug raha hai, but he must have forgotten, it was Dr. Faisals class. Dr. Faisal "oye idher aho, yeh kia sastey chumrey ki jacket pehni hoi hai", Shahrukh ka dilll too-ooo-oooo-oo-t giya kiran.

*120rs to attend a Birthday
Flashpoint: Not everyday does one have to pay money to attend a birthday dinner, Well not everyday does one attend Abdullahs birthday.

*Welcome to MBA 
Flashpoint: a girl apparent comes to Moiz Ishtiaq, saying how she had the chair reserved, Moiz replies by saying that it doesnt have any name tags on it. The girl says that it is rude of him, Moiz sahib politely replies "welcome to MBA, bibi".

* Zoor laga ke
Flashpoint: Rehmans car breaks down at peer sohawa, everybody is standing. A bike stops, no words are spoken, Osman sits, Everyone looks, Osman goes. Superman, yes he is.


*Superman appears again
Flashpoint: After his infamous entry during Fly Me Crazy, Superman was back at his best doing the worse possible imitation of Ra One on Chamak Challo.


*Kamrans
Flashpoint: Waqas "yaar uko bohat confidence hai apni chusson per",
Yasir laughing, keeps laughing while everyone moves on with the conversation, Nabil notices and asks "tujhai itni kyun hassi arahi hai", Yasir replies "yaar, waqasey, confidence tu tujhai bhi bohat hai apni chusson per". A facebook page of "vickychusstips" is seriously being considered

*The foreign Exchange
Flashpoint: Moiz, speaking of Nasir Saleem "Sir yeh bus external hochuka hai", Yasir replies "haan ji, isko humne Qasim day ker liya hai, Shukar howa"

*Subke paichey kaat doon ga
Flashpoint: shahrukh, mohsin, ghuffy. Kia chahta hai kitty tu?

*Nawab Dhilip Kumar in the exam hall
Flashpoint: Invigilator "yeh ap kia ker rahey hain, kia diya hai apne?"
Raheel Ali Khan "mein? mein ne tu kuch nai diya. Merey pass dainey ko kuch bhi nai hai"

*Ki? Gutterflies?
Flashpoint: ICU, the greatest play in the history of NUST, no offence, I hope non taken, we all call our play the best. Nawab Raheel dancing, just one of the highlights, but the person who stole the show, Ali Abdulllah,
Muhammad Amir, is forced on the floor by dev, Michael Jackson and the doctor. Michael takes advantage of the poor chap, sticking the viper, where the sun dont shine. RESULT= LUSTY laughs till tears come out, while licking his lips, 


*Lahore Trip 1.0
Flashpoint: Boys do I need to write anything here? like seriously? if you say I do, I will edit this entry and write it. Hint- Osama Qadri us kumrey mein tha. 
The legend of "Lemon/Lemoo" was born.

*Table Tennis Table
Flashpoint: Every second spent at the table. Everyone met at the table. Our bonds just got stronger because of that place, without doubt.
Nabil Toor to Asim Khan "tu mujhai jaanta nai, sarri university ko aag laga doon ga", Yes, he was holding a lighter and yes, Asim started laughing after listening to this threat.


*Nabil Bhai, Yasir Bhai
Flashpoint: Yasir Bhai.......Nabil laughing his ass off..Yasir pretending it hasnt happened. 5 Mins later, Nabil Bhai.....Yasir laughing his ass off.. Nabil pretending it never happened....2 mins later, both look at each other, and laughing their ass off.

*NUMUN12
Flashpoint: Yasir formal closing ceremony speech, dressed in a hoodie, during the speech, looks at the entrance, Nabil walks in, wearing a fucking suit, "so, I was saying, ohh, hmmm, Nabil, okay, this guy, this guy is freaking awesome, and hes wearing a suit, Im not he is, He made this thing possible."

*Huts per chalain?
Flashpoint: Cheema to Yasir "tu kidher ja raha hai?", Yasir replies "Mein yaar bus aisey hi, udher", Cheema "ahan, F6", Ten people laugh, and a legend is born.


*Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner
Flashpoint: Chinatown, the batch finally comes together. Lodhi to Yasir "Sir, this should have happened earlier", Yasir "alot should have"

*Cricket Champs
Flashpoint: Arsalan Lodhi and myself, greet a batsman on to the field, sledging at its peak. Yasir "Bhai out honey ka kia scene hai?", Lodhi "sir iska jald hi scene hai", Yasir "Sir yeh dosri per hoga", Lodhi "sir lag gay, dosri nai second per", Yasir "Nai yaar, dosri per", Lodhi "lag gai phir"......pehli ke baad agli per, batsman bhai wapus they.


*Two many Afridi's spoil the Broth 
Flashpoint: Imran Afridi Bowls, Imran Afridi smashes for six, Imran Afridi Bowls again, Imran Afridi misses, pashtu is exchanged on the pitch, and next thing you know, Single wicket shoro hochuki hai, Imran Afridi's ki.

*Sohaib vs Nabil
Flashpoint: Nabil sticks pen= Sohaib Shouts. Sohaib sticks finger= Nabil shouts more.

*Lahore 2.0
FlashpointS:
Top spin= first spin, yayyyy, second, yyayyyyyy, third,,silence, fourth, OH TERI Bh***, Osman baber wondering, Kaisa diya
Osama "koi ghaindoon wala hai tu market mein ajaye"
Rehman Bhai "sir, agher wo bhoot mungwa rahey hain, tu hum koi pari kyun nai mungwa laitey?"
CTC Stairs
The concept of Freewill.
Abbas's alarm ringing, no one shutting it off, Moiz "oye mega mass, isko bund ker"

*Samosa, Flour, Miracle, Favor, ******nite
Flashpoint: you still dont know what cool means, I am self obsessed. Thank you.

*Water fight 1.0 & Photo session 1.0
Flashpoint: Rehman Bhai, "Ab merey per kissi ne paani phainkha tu mein us per apna ******* phaink doon ga, aaoo na puttar hun"

*2 Tea bags please
Flashpoint: Waqas Afzal asking for another tea bag from Sarfaraz bhai, A girl goes to waqas "bohat strong chaye peetey hain ap", Waqas, smirks "raat ko jaagna jo hota hai!!!!"

*Run, Bilal, Run
Flashpoint: Hammad "Billay teri books", while a car full of ladies drive away, with billys book on the trunk. The next thing you know, Bilal Ahmed Khan, is running, with one hand on his card, and the other holding his pants up from utter shame, all the way from the parking lot, through the middle of the ground in front. everyone on the floor laughing.

*Go and Fuck yourself
Flashpoint: Need I say anything else? Never before, Never again,
KK to Osama "tumhain lugta hai, I dont know", Osama "what sir?" acting like he just lost his puppy, KK "it was you", among all the emotions, Yasir blows up with laughter


*DG
Flashpoint: "Oye Hero"
"yeh facebook per kia ghaney likhey howay they?"
Helmet
To Abbas "aptu hur rooz raat ko nazer atey hain"
Nabils salman khan point

*I am leaving the system
Flashpoint: Nabil calls Yasir, 3 am, what goes on, is better not discussed,
he leaves, we think, we probe, we unite, we stand up, we SPEAK UP, we talk, he listens, 5 hours we convince to come back, he says okay, we sit, we right, he comes, SHE comes, we go, they show, we like, monday come, we come, she dont come, they come, we say no, they hate, we sign, we wait, he calls says enjoy. We enjoy.
karegar aur capital talk
dhukaan 3 bajey bund hojaye gi,
Marriots, table tennis regime, wow,
Arsi looks at Yasir, Yasir looks at Arsi, both laugh, 8 months of marketing pass in a flash.

*Mother of all ships, Comradeship 
Flashpoint: Osama "oye wo teri baberey ship doob tu nai gai?"

*We found love in a hopeless place
Flashpoint: Someone found love, dont know if he got it back, but he did, top 5 moments ballet.


*Monal and Back
Flashpoint: Abdullah Masood comes back to his room, after being ditched by the rest on a van. The boys get back, and the first thing, Osama says "oye, tu kidher chala giya tha, chal yaar rooh afzaah hi pilla day"

*Everyone who left
Flashpoint: Every single one of you is missed.

*Welcome with Nabil Toor
Flashpoint: I am not going to host with Nabil Toor

*Everyone is late once in a while
Flashpoint: Moiz Ishiaq, every class first semester
Ali Abdullah enter late in Lustys class, Lusty sarcastically "oh hello there", Ali Abdullah "hello", ignoring lusty and walks
Abbas enters 1 30 mins late, Lusty, "why were you late?", Abbas "issue tha", After the Break ends, Abbas entered 20 mins late


*Welcome, Farewell
Flashpoint: Bilal Singing,
Hammad and Yasir bist session
Abbas & Hammad gentleman awards
Osman Baber

*I am texting
Flashpoint: "mein tu text ker rahi hoon", Yasir "acha ji, yeh apney phone ki flash light bund ker ke texting kerlain"

*Zakham
Flashpoint: Akal mund ke liyay ishara qaafi hai, @arsalanasad

*Rung Rangeen
Flashpoint: people staring from the lobby upstairs+teachers ranting+gaurds howling+DG bistifying+Walls dirty+Floor turned black+eggs+rung+glitter+water+dirt everywhere+cleaning+picture session+getting barred from entering campus= perfect way to say Goodbye.

If you have gotten here, damn you are patient or seriously need to get a hobby in life. This bloody thing has gotten too long already, so I aint going to rant further. Thank you all, there are so many more, hope this can do some justice.

Stay Humble, Be Kind, Help Out, Reach Out, Stand Up, Speak up.

Schools Out.

"Dont cry because its over, Smile because it happened"

Schools out. 

Since the inception of this blog, every time I have mentioned school, it has reflected as to how big a bane it has been in my life, but this entry is quite the reverse. Sweet justice really that my last attendance was marked exactly where I was marked the first time. 20th September 2010, oh boy it seems like yesterday.The people around me looking like aliens, everyone announcing their GPA's, man I felt out of place. Mr. Haroon Rashid walked in, along with Ma'am (I dont remember her name), and silence. The next 3 hours, if anything made me realize how I just might have fooled everyone and was sitting in a very jaiz place and secondly, I super sucked at finance. 

While I have been very vocal about what NBS has taken from me, I will never be able to do justice to what NBS has given me. By some a long shot, two of the most glorified years of my life. As I stepped out of the seminar hall today, I cant really explain how emotions really overtook me, finally realizing its over. I never really thought that leaving this place would mean so God damn much. 

In my time at NBS, not a single day, not one day has gone without something eventful happening, every day a surprise of sorts waiting, I am going to miss it. 

Graduating from FAST-NU, I figured that I will miss the friends I have made and to be honest, not to put statements without merit, thats the only real thing I miss about FAST-NU. Each and every moment spent there was a blessing, but in contrast, NBS was/is the total package. I might go overboard on this one today, as I am pretty emotional today, but really, NBS has given me a lot.

A myth of sorts is, that one doesnt make friends in masters, well "myth shattered". Where and how should I start with the people I have met. Lets just say "jaiz" has been my way out of everything, the word is minute in the case. The group I have come to call the "jaiz boys", are beyond a shadow of a doubt the greatest people I could ever intend to meet. Each of everyone of you, I am grateful to God that we have forged a bond which shall last a lifetime. The moments spent together, on the huts, table tennis table, classes, jungle spot, cafe, (special shoutout: Headoffices) and everywhere, man its been a blessing.

The class as a whole, I wonder what someone like me has been doing, be it internal or external, I can vouch that never before and never again will there be a batch like ours. The greatest set of minds, absolute geniuses, by far the most talented people I have ever met. Tell me if there is anyone who can make a slide or come up with better marketing techniques than Nabil Toor, tell me if there is anyone who has the marketing mind as Arsalan Asad, Raheel Ali's charisma, Bilal and Qazi's vocals, Waqas with his marketing guruism, Abdullah Masood with his miserliness, Afridi with his dumbness, Osman with his "ganda" dhimagh, Osama- Bashat, I could frikking go on and on and on. These being like a bit part of the jaiz boys circle, (disclaimer: Abdullah Masood isnt a Jaiz Boy, He was unceremoniously kicked after his dunkin donuts antics). To put it right, every single day I shared a seat in a class with you all, each and everyone of you, it was an honor. I am indebted to all of you, one way or the other. To be honest, I didnt belong with you folks, you people are head and shoulders above anything I can even imagine. Thank you.

NBS, made me realize a couple of dreams. First of the bat, ICU, the play I directed. It was the most fulfilling experience of my life. I always, ALWAYS wanted to be on stage performing and NBS gave me that shot. Unfortunate thing is that I have not been able to see what I did up there over the course of all this time, as we didnt get to record a video somehow, but the standing ovation at the end of it all, still sounds afresh in my ears. The event as a whole, was beyond jaiz. Everyone stepped up and we produced an amazing, amazing event. The name of the whole thing was a bit dodgy, but with Hamid Sahib as our instructor, what can one expect, (No offence Rehman Bhai).

Secondly, NUMUN12, I have said this before, but FAST-NU didnt let me conduct a NUMUN there in 2008, and by some wonder of God, the Director General seat fell in my plate here. No words can express my gratitude to Ma'am Maria, for allowing me to paint a picture on the NUMUN canvas. For those who dont know, while speaking at the closing ceremony, telling how it was a dream coming true, my legs were trembling, hands shaking and a tear or two might have trickled down. Thank you NBS, I am going to be chairing apparently at NUMUN13, cant frikking wait.

Fact: Grade 3, Islamia English School, Abu Dhabi, a young boy was asked to come up on stage to say "Takbeer", he moved towards the stage and when he grabbed the mic, he choked. Not a single word came out of his mouth, the whole school from grade 1 to 7 laughed. The boy has come a long way since.

I love to present, yes, this might sound self obsessed, but its a high for me. I want to be on stage, its something that cant be put to words. The last presentation on wednesday, hmmm, man I didnt want it to happen, I texted my group members that it might not go great, Because deep down it was the last time, I would hit that stage and perform my ritual (please refer to my facebook status). thank you, for being a amazing audience, whether it was a class presentation, a regular speaking thingy, a welcome speech or a farewell address (dream stuff, although I know many of you have your reservations about it), thank you for making me feel that there was one thing I could do. 

I cant stress on how much the table tennis table has played its role in the friendships we've made, the third semester passing on the table. Every time I pass by that table, it just doesnt feel right that its not us playing there. It brings back too much.

Okay, special mention, to the MBA marketing class, or is it the MBA marketers. Folks, you people are amazing, I know many of you dont like me, and surely have good reason to, I apologize, it has to be my fault. We couldnt hold that event, I know deep down, that it would have been the greatest event ever done. The classes each and everyone of them, in the year we spent together has been a amazing experience, be it the tantrums from the instructor, the presentations, the waqas ki baisti from Ma'am AP, man it has all been so amazing. You all are amazing or if im right in saying, you people are peach, peach melba.

For those who I used to rant to and hopefully will, thank you for listening and suggesting, You are awesome. For those I couldnt become friends with, I hope we do. For those who I really love, You are special. For those I have great respect and regard for, You have earned it. For those who I shared a memory with, Thank You. For those who I shared a smile with, you made it possible. For those who hate me, I aint that bad. For those I could help, I tried. For everyone in NBS, Im humbled. 

*(I just backspaced a Abdullah Masood joke here, I could keep going on forever with the "for" thingy)

Hmmm, this is getting a bit weird now, like I dont know if this post even is making any sense, but thats the beauty maybe. 

I think I shall try to bring it to a close now, the final day today was amazing, it was perfect maybe, the water fight (I was totally against it, but Osman Baber is one weird cat, he somehow convinces people to do crazy things, thanks mate, though you still are the most mentally disturbed guy I have ever come across) was so much fun, till it lasted, it was jaiz. I never knew that it could be that much fun, the expression on Sohaibs face when I threw water on him, priceless. The icing on the cake, being the amazing pictures, thank you arsi, if it wasnt for you, our facebook display pictures would be stagnant and boring. 

The table shall stay and new folks will start playing on it, the huts will be occupied, the back benches in the seats will be filled, people will conduct events, Abdullah Masood will never learn, students shall smoke in the washroom upstairs, water fights will happen, farewell and welcome will come and go, friends will be made, dinners and trips will be arranged, everything will move on, but coming from me, by God as my witness, I will never ever forget a single second spent at NBS. 

Hopefully, everything works out for everyone. NBS gave us a platform to know each other and become friends, lets not end it within these boundaries.

Folks its been peach and InshahAllah, its just a start of things. I am so sure everyone will go on and be great, its just a matter of time. 

To bring closure, I shall pull off a repeat (creative suicide), but lets just go with it.

"Dont cry because its over, Smile because it happened"

Folks, Be Kind, Be Humble. Help Out, Reach Out, Stand UP & ALWAYS Speak UP.

Fight for the Right.

Its been done.

Every time I start with one of these thingys, I think to myself, how to start it off, but this time around, the three words that have started off this blog have been making rounds in my head for a while, 46 days to be exact. Yes, I keep count, I dont forget, I dont forgive (I try to, but people tell me I dont), while these things might come off as the wrongs in my personality, maybe, but here is the skinny, I fight, I grill it out, as a wise man once told a young boy in grade 8 , "You better fight no matter how bad the other dude kicks your ass, you dont come back to me telling me that you ran off. When you know you are on the right, no one, nothing will ever stop you, nothing can face the power of the right, no matter what the odds are, you fight and always fight for the right", thanks Baa, its all you.

One thing, we people love to speak off (in this statement, the people meaning the apparent enchanted youth of this country) is change. We just love to speak volumes about change. Imran Khan is going to bring us change (I really hope he does, my vote is his and if somehow someway, this might change your mind, please do vote for him). We love to go on and on, about how we will change this, that and what not, but come game time, phusssssssss. Sara change aur change ki baatain, chur gai ji. Its just amazing, how we love to say that we will reach it all, but dont really step up to take that brass ring. Unfortunate fact 101, its the youth, that is at the forefront of this dilemma, to put it kindly, yeh keera humari youth mein hi hai.

Question.1. Where the hell in the batcave time speed of light am I going with this? (for those who dont know the batcave time speed of light theory, well ladies and gents, that is for another day, abhi sheetain berho)
Answer.1. I am going to bring it full circle, InshahAllah I shall try.

This blog entry means the world to me, its envelopes one of the greatest fights ever. Once upon a time, there was this dude, who used to stand at the corner of his street everyday. One fine day a lady passed by and she slapped the taste out of the mouth of that dude and then gave him a candy, the man, didnt react. This kept on going for 8 months, everyday slap (include a punch, kick, table tennis smash, pizza throw, lude facebook comment and lots more in the mix) , for no apparent reason, the man being a little whinny bitch that he was, didnt do shit about it and when the lady didnt slap him one day, he started crying. A wise bystander inquired, "Oh little man, why thou you cry like a little girl?", the man replied "I want her to slap me for no apparent reason, I dont like my dignity, I am a better man without it". End of story. Sad, yes it is.

Announcement Alert: I Aint that little man. We aint little men, we arent even just men, We are the BEST OF MEN.

The day, One Soldier called me, telling me that a photographer had decided to let it all go. I had promised myself, that nope, No more. We are too damn good for this. A wise man once said;

"Without integrity, nothing else matters,

With integrity, nothing else matters."

Moving forward, whats been done is done and the lady shall slap no more, cause we decided not to just lay down. Given that we could have, we could have easily let it slide, given only a handful of days left, we could have, but then whats the difference, between us and them? If we dont stand up who will? if we dont speak up who will? Unlike the people who love to talk, we talk the talk and walk the sodding walk, MashaAllah.

Now to be honest, this blog entry is more emotionally entrenched then regular writing, I have so much to say, should I, I shall leave it to a certain section in the audience to decide. The audience I speak off, you there, the ones who have the thrones of kings on your heads, you who have the battle scars, you there with the sword in your right hand and a smoke in the other. You are the men, you are the men who make people believe in the right and inspire. 

For the rest, yes, you,,ohhh dont hide, I aint going to bite, I dont slap for no apparent reason. You, who dont have the sack to stand up for the right. The courage to believe in justice, You who loves getting smacked on the face and in turn, present your ass to spank, figuring that it would be more fun, yes you, here is what you should do, Learn. No matter who stand infront of you, no fight is one sided, unless you think it is. No matter who stands against you in the other corner, if you have the will and believe, you shall prevail. But, Oh so sorry, who am I preaching to, You decided to stand with the force of evil, day in and day out, even when you knew that a band of brothers were going against that evil, for who? amazingly the band had nothing of their own at stake. Ahhh how people dont recognize the right. But then again, its probably for you, that Bullah Shah said; 

"Jo na janey Haq ki taqat,

Rub na Daiway usko himmat"

Haq, Allah, I am grateful, for giving me the believe in Right, The will to fight in the face of adversity, and God I am humbled by those I stand next to. They truly are heroes. 

I hope that people can learn from what has happened (I am figuring for a larger audience this blog is totally redundant, but InshahAllah details of this all shall unravel in due time, till then, lets just say I am high on stopping the slapping lady). One can be a tyrant for a day, two, a year, a decade or more, he shall fall. The day that tyrant comes across, men who decide to fight, rather then buckle like little cowards. For those cowards, dont speak of things you cant do or dont have the guts to do. For those who have, thank you for making this world a better place. 

Lastly, I wish I really could go on and on, but all good things come to an end, in this specific case, bad things do halt too, and boy do they halt. Its just a matter of time, when the batch, oh did I say batch, I meant people, come along, to fight the case.

Till then, remember I said, One day spent like a lion is better than a thousand lives lived as a lamb, and we are LIONS. Always, always believe in the right. Know this, that only those actually do the unthinkable, who have it in them to reach for it. Only those touch the untouchable, who dare to touch it. Love these people or hate them, Respect them. I do. 

Be Humble, Be Kind. Fight for the Right. Stand Up and Always Speak Up.

Take Over Lahore.

Its not everyday that one cherishes every second of a 15hour road trip, which actually should be not more than 4hours. Well, its not everyday that one has the company of geniuses, amazing, creative, bashat people and yes there was Abdullah Masood in there too (Sir, mind na kijiyay ga, I cant help myself).

After a bucket loads of planning and input, finally, FINALLY the past weekend did materialize the mother of all trips, THE LAHORE TRIP. Yes thats the stupidest name I can come up with, but the second best option that came to my head was the bashat trip and lets not even go to the third name, lets just say it has something to do with market and "ghaind", aghay ap boys samaj daar hain.

 Im not sure how to go about this, should I go in an order, where I start from the planning or just touch over everything, so I am just going to roll out with whatever hits me.

First and foremost, the fourteen hour or was it fifteen, whatever it was, it was jaiz, Qazi sahib, your voice is magic, and Bilal Ahmed Khan, you Sir, are my main man, I just hope that one day you realize how great you are, InshahAllah you will. The rung ki games, sitting on top of the bus, stuck in traffic, puffing it up with the boys beside me, tell me thats not a piece of heaven, you cant, cause it is. Just to point out, although Im not the most vocal singer or was among the prominent singers in the bus, we won the singing thingy, easy, by distance. Oh teri, I almost started the next para, skipping Mian Gee, altogether. Mazrat, the lunch was epic, especially with Kamran Sahib going AWOL everytime, he got a chance to put his feet on the open road. 

Cometh Lahore, its amazing, how you never disappoint. I have a certain affiliation with the canal road. Sitting in the conductor seat, guiding the way, coming down the bridge at Thokar, its like a welcome mat, the trees covering the road, utter frikking beauty, welcoming siro home. oh yes, Happy Birthday Waqas, although you might not have heard me, with all the commotion, I was pretty vocal in wishing you a Happy Birthday, an honor to be there sir, Hopefully we shall spend loads more together. First stop Mini Golf, Ahhh memories, special shoutout to Faraz Khan and Sheikh sahib (have nothing to do with the trip, but its just criminal to mention mini golf and not mention you two). Waqas sahib decides to celebrate his birthday, we decide to have to enjoy with Abdullah Masood instead. I think enough said. Poker all night, Im not going to show off here, but we all know who won the tourneys, finally shared the table with the boys, it was long long over due. Yes we all did not play, the boys did what they do best, hmmmm, lets not go there. Come back to the room, and all of a sudden sleep vanishes. Wrap up day 1.

Early wake up, figured Id get something to eat, but apparently no one was awake, wasnt until later that I found out that Hammad sahib, Kamran and Qazi "Hulk" Abbas had already ventured out. Making rounds of main market alone, again brought back memories entrenched, great times spent. Flash forward the self absorbed emotional bit and I find myself, back on the frikking GPS seat, dropping the ladies at the up tier freddies and the boys make there way to Sarhadi, only to make our way out a min or two later. Acha diya. Okay, here is the skinny, in the years I have spent in Lahore, never have I spent so much time in Liberty market, Never, until the jaiz boys entourage joined in, and boy it was epic. Most of the time spent planning about the dinner, special shoutout to Tammy sahib (sir ap manager hain), but the bench infront of Posh, memories, with Osama Qadri about his antics, Hammad Khan, going about the market in search for,, hmm just searching, Kamran Sahib & Abbas Sahib, doing what they do best, that being vanishing, all good. Finally liberty ending on a high note, with everyone eating "golas", Qazi sahib, you can thank me later.

Heads up, making your way to fortress in a freaking bus, is a major pain in the ass, MAJOR pain in the ass. 

Ajao ji Joyland per, oh teri, Osman Baber is something, he closes his eyes and gets images of ......, lets not go there, but to be very clear, they are not images of beautiful looking women, or other amazing things, that come to the head of your everyday guy, he is different. Okay, Osman Baber sahib, thank you. I am a little wuss, when it comes to these rides, incase you didnt know that, now you do, but boy, if it wasnt for you, I would have stayed a wuss, dude, that freaking top spin shit was epic. Love it or hate it, it was epic, and the fact that I got a chance to share that memory with everyone, just puts the cherry on top. Every frikking ride hence forth was a piece of cake, not to mention the Abdullah Masood lose belt, and him screaming, suspended 200 feet in the air "oh meri belt lose hai, koi isko tight keray", sir random question, who in the blue hell did you expect to come and tighten that belt, incase you havent realized, Osman baber is not superman, he just wears that suit, when he has to dance, He really isnt, take my word for it. 4 hours or so spent at the joyland were more fun then I remember having, It was all just epic, too good MashaAllah. The naveed name joke, the discovery ride, the Raheel bhai getting scared moment, man, if only I can relive it all again, too good.

Moving on, comes CTC and the amazing bit is that we didnt actually enter the place altogether, the hour spent sitting outside, three times, did I fall flat on my back, laughing. like everything said at that moment was an instant classic, which inshahAllah will stay with us for a long long long time. All hail the Jaiz Boys. I really do wish, the thingy me, Osama and a couple others were trying to pull of at the liberty stock refilling stop, had materialized, it would just have been epic, but the effort in itself, was too much fun. 

Back to the rooms, Poker back on, and as I can tell the exact amount of fun we had, I shall just put down some lines spoken; 

Bashat "koi ghaind wala hai tu market mein ajay" (one dude folded 12 times, even after listening to this)

Moiz sahib to Osman ",,,,,,,," I wasnt sure how I could express this.

Rehman Bhai, PTI dialogue, and not to forget the "pari" dialogue.

Nashta, one word- HEAVY. nothing else will do justice to it. 

Trip back, tyre bust, the rung sitting on the road side, everyone singing, all was just too good, MashaAllah. To be honest, its like the weekend went without a hitch, all great and time passed a second. Like looking at this post, there are so many God damn things missing, like I could write a whole frikking book over it, but I shall not, cause Abdullah Masood will sue me.

Finally, I shall wrap the whole thingy up with saying Thank you, firstly, the ladies, on a personal note, thank you for inviting me to the thingy, really appreciate it. I hope that from my end, I didnt screw up anything, you people were amazing, with managing the thingys and bearing with everything happening, it was a great support that no one argued or anything to the events that were happening, and believe me when I say this, that the AC bus was going to be very expensive. shoutout to Moiz sahib, ap tu AC bus per janey ko tayar they.
Moving on to the boys, hmmm, I am not sure how to say or what to exactly, but lets just say that each and every passing day spent with what I personally refer to as the "Jaiz Boys" is an honor, you people are amazing, each and everyone of you, even you Afridi, really you are solely responsible for putting Pathans to shame, but you might a talent, might. On a serious note, thank you for being so kind and patient with me and making the trip such a fulfilling experience.

Special mentions, Rehman bhai, awesome work, like it wouldnt have been possible without you, Osama, yaar tu inteha kism ka bashat admi hai and I have said this before and I mean it, you can do whatever the hell you want from life, Hammad Sahib, if you remember the bummer sticker on a car we once saw, well that line is for you, im assuming you know what it was. Vicky golden, apki ganu ki vocabulary jaiz hai, Raheel bhai, terminator, Qazi Abbas, sir you are a freaking,,i dont know, dude you are freaking amazing, you owned the dudes, they probably will be hooked to mega mass for life, Osman Baber, please get your thoughts in check, the thoughts you speak off are na jaiz, actually Na Jaiz tareen, Abdullah Masood, ap bhi achey admi hain, and everyone else, JAIZ.

In the end, I hope that every place we went did justice to the trip and I did not make a decision which wasnt right, Im sorry for an offence. And yes, I really hope that this is not the last time, we do this, everyone, each and everyone of us.
Nabil, Sohaib and Asim, you were sorely missed, and thank you Arsalan for taking those wonderful pictures of ours, especially on the top spin, I like the one of the pirate ship the most.

This shall stay with me for a long long time, I hope it does stay the same with you all too.  Lahore Lahore hai.

 In the end, Be Kind, Be Humble, Always fight for the right, one day lived as a Lion, is worth more than a thousand spent as a Lamb, so..

Stand Up and Speak Up.

Voices in the Air

hmmmm, its been a while I guess. Every time I post one of these, I promise myself, that I shall not slack and keep on posting these thingys regularly, but I guess, its just of those things that I cant do.
Okay, whats on the cards, The past couple of weeks or so have been pretty weird, some really really shitty things have happened, unfortunately. I have never been one to vent out my frustrations (atleast I think/hope) that puts himself on the spot, I try to keep my issues to myself and let time heel everything. Enter facebook.com, a couple of posts later, I had people calling me, messaging me, texting me, asking what the hell was up. I am grateful and humbled, by how much everyone inquired, really makes me appreciate the friends I have made. Most of you, dont know the issue and hopefully wont, but as I might have said earlier or am saying now, please pray for everyone, like not just you or me, but everyone.
Like its weird, that we are so screwed up that we dont feel jack, unless it happens to us. Like a death at your neighbors place wont jerk shit, but only when it happens to someone you know or love departs, its then when we actually feel it. Hmmm, moving on, the scenario I find myself in, makes me reflect on a lot of things, decisions made, stands not taken, stands taken, friends lost, friends made and loads more. I just hope that I learn from it all and God figures out that I aint that bad of a guy, and sheds mercy on me and everyone else.
Moving on, after all that has/is happening/ed, I have rediscovered my love for rhyming. For some odd reason, I find myself doing what I used to love doing years back, jotting down lines, making up random rhymes, scribbling things left right and center. To be honest, I cant thank Aneeq Israr, Hammad Khan and my two little champions, who make every second spent with them a instant classic memory, Fareed Qadir and Usman Thakur Zada (Thakur Zada isnt his real name), these people have really been exceptionally kind, Thank you. If there is one more thing that is/has been pushing me to be myself and keep stepping up is me being "siro, the rhymer".
Although I have never done this before, never have I put any rhyme or anything I write to display, but I figure, how long will I keep things to myself. As "babo rao ganpat rao apte" from Heera Pheeri (the second heera pheeri was a piece of shit) said "khushi bantney se berhati hai, aur ghum bantney se khum hota hai". So ladies and Gents, here you go, just a little something, I scribbled in class today, on display.

-Voices in the air,
I hear them loud & clear,
They begging me to listen.
-Voices that we share,
Fingers through your hair,
The hope on why Im living,
-Voices through & though,
The thoughts you never knew,
To make it, my skin needs to thicken,
-Voices in my head,
Telling me I aint dead,
They begging siro to fit in,
-Voices that were cold,
Bringing to a fold,
But in my heart is where you sit in,
-Voices in the dark,
Shadowing the sparks,
In my dreams you shall always live in,
-Voices rising from the storm,
Wishing for a calm,
Only when we kissing,
-Voices in the air,
I hear them loud & clear,
They begging siro to listen.


I know everyone will figure I am love struck or something, but please look beyond the thingy. Eminem rhymes about killing people, but he doesnt actually do that. So, I hope jaiz hogiya kaam.

I hope all turns out well for everyone.

Reach Out, Be humble, Be Kind, Stand Up and always, ALWAYS Speak up.

Thank you time NUMUN

NUMUN 2012 came to a close a day back, and boy was it something. To be honest, I personally didnt even expect to generate the rave reviews it did. Im humbled.

Personal Story Alert - In 2007, after coming back from LUMUN, I went up to one, Mr. Zafer Iqbal, Head of Management Science Department, and humbly proposed "NUMUN 2008", yes, NUMUN, the name coming from National University in the FAST-NU. After presenting the idea for 10mins, to be honest, I was fairly optimistic. The response of Mr. Zafer still echoes in my ears "you will never be able to do this and we have better things to do". 

FLASH FORWARD. NUMUN 2012 has been the greatest success ever, the delegates have nothing but great stories to tell and Im humbled by the response of the folks. The committee sessions were enthralling, the socials were epic, the fillers were peach, the delegates were cultured and the OC was majestic. 

We have made rounds through social media, on how amazing NUMUN was for the people in attendance, people came up to me, telling me how amazing the event had been, how they didnt want to go home, even folks calling me and a couple of people have even facebook messaged me, telling me how NUMUN 2012 shall always be remembered in kind words. To which I thank you and I really do hope that nothing but great things are spread about NUMUN.

With that done, NUMUN gave me the chance to meet some of the most jaiz people ever. The team working over the event left no stone unturned to make the event a raving success. Special shoutout to the Khala's and Saeed sahib. Mahfooz sahib, thank you for your support, one thing is sure, that without you, the event would have faced more hiccups then we did. Sir Tanveer and DD Admin, thank you. Ma'am Maria, I dont have words to reflect my gratitude towards your kind self. Thank you for believing in me, giving me the chance to paint the canvas, I shall always be indebted. 

Coming to the OC, I dont want to get into names, you people have been so amazing, that you define amazingness henceforth. The effort and dedication showed by you folks was unmatched and no wonder helped produced such a amazing event. As already stated I dont want to get into names, cause I risk missing someone out, which would be criminal. I just want to thank you for doing all that you have done, you are amazing.

Lastly, I would like to apologize for letting anyone down in any way, shape or form through the course of the event, OC, faculty or the delegates. Please find in yourself to forgive me. I really tried putting everything I could muster on display. Thank you and I really hope that our relationship lasts beyond NUMUN. 

NUMUN= Jaiz

P.S. the fact I didnt get to wear a suit and delivered two formal speeches in sneakers and a hoody is probably something I never expected.

Stand Up Speak Up

Exam, Mates & a Farmed Hero.

hmmm, as I sit glued to this laptop, reading off a pdf file titled "Negotiating with difficult people", with coldplay's  "the scientist" playing in the background, I wonder what has life become. Now I don’t want to sounder like a sodding ranter, the issue isnt that its after midnight and I am reading something off my laptop, which has nothing to do with cricket, wrestling or even football. Its not even the fact that article makes no utter sense to me. The 20 page document, surrounds around 5 points, ladies and gents who might have to read the article sometime in their lives, dont waste your time, just take a looksie below and waallahh, your queries shall be answered. The reason for people being difficult are: 

1.     High on emotion

2.     Habit and cultural orientation

3.     Illness (mental or physical)

4.     Lack of proper strategy on their part (retards coming to a meeting thinking they will talk about some girls wedding and close shop at a certain time, yes this is a inside joke)

5.     Decision traps (something lame)

There you go, ignore them and your life shall be at peace, believe me. The sodding irony of the situation is that one Muhammad Salman Abid (mani) sits as I type in this thingy at the Lahore airport, waiting to board onto a plane headed to Manchester. The sadistic fact that I cant go and meet him, makes me sad and sick. Its so unfortunate how things in life change. How this degree has changed so much, unfortunate. Yet, no matter how hard I dwell and stress on the sad fact, its something I cant walk away from. No matter how many times I write about how school is tough, sucks and has killed off anything resembling a social life, the sadder part is that "school has become my priority number uno". 

The weirdest coincidence is that, all the mates studying/trying to study/working/partying abroad, have hit back in the past week or this one. Hopefully I can meet them all in the coming time, if some shit happens, spare me. You all know your worth, although the next statement, might come of a bit topsy turvy, but I will go ahead and say, you all know how much respect and love I have for each and everyone of you (im not naming anyone, you pussycats know who you are)

So Salman sahib, I know there is no possible way I will be able to make it up to you, given that I am already humbly indebted to you for numerous things that you have done for me. Sir although no words can do justice for respect that I have for you, if I could, you top the list of the most jaiz people I have ever come to know. Just to write words on this blog entry and write all sorts of glorified things about you, wont do justice, they just wont ever live up to it all. Hence, humbly I shall ask you to find within your kind self to let this one slide. God willing, I shall try to make it up to you sir, someway, someday, somehow. Till then, apna hero farm rakhain, mein peechay se aker chain marta hoon.

Stand up. Speak Up