Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah they were all yellow,

I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow

So then I took my turn
Oh all the things I've done
And it was all yellow

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know you know I love you so
You know I love you so

I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh all the things you do
Cause you were all yellow

I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know for you i bleed myself dry
For you i bleed myself dry

Its true look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine
look at the stars look how they shine for you

Let's start over
Well try to do to it right this time around
Its not over
But a part of me is dead and in the ground.
This love is killin me
But your the only one
It's not over.






Chris Daughtry It's Not Over.

I went to Islamabad on 6th and attented the welcome party in International Islamic University. During the introductions, the faculty dean was unexpectedly casual and extremely witty. While talking about business studies and careers, he said one very important thing that I'd like to share. He said
"Don't try to look for a good job, try to creat jobs."
As far as my understanding goes for business students this guideline is the key to success. The Dean said it and then waited and looked at the faces of all students, clearly analyzing who had understood it and who hadn't. And I guess when he looked at me, apart from the expression of admiration for his words, he also saw the the expression of keen desire of showing him my face.

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Now, with the DSP and all the cops surrounding us gone, me and chona were left with two seargents and some people who had gathered around. The seargent came towards us with his challan book and before asking anything else he asked,"Whose car is this"? I told him about my Dad. The seargent who was ASI Munir thought for sometime, clearly thinking about the grades of my father and the DSP. I enjoyed the little battle in his mind for sometime. Then he thought that DSP was his boss and started writing on his challan book. I looked at the people around and the curiosity on their faces was incredible. Then seargent said to me, "Sign here". I burst into a laughter. It was really funny, but when I looked at chona he was neither laughing nor enjoying the situation. The people around were all looking at me. I said, (trying my best to stop laughing) "Oay Kerna Aey" ( So you're really gonna do it). He said, "Kerna to pray ga". (I have to.)
I looked at him for sometime, he didn't look back. I said in very low voice,
"Let's go to the Session Court Lahore. Then we'll see who's paying."
The other seargent looked at him, but ASI Munir was confident. He started taking off my batti and honestly speaking I got a little confused. He held batti in his hand, wrapped its wire around and said, "No point talking" and gave me the chit. I looked at it but could understand nothing. My mind was racing, I thought about running away, about calling Dad but I had no credit left, about showing a bit of anger. Then I said softly,
"How much are you charging me"?
ASI:200 Rs.
I got 200 out of my pocket. Just then my phone rang. It was my sister. I told her to call Dad and ask him to call me. The ASI heard me and immediately turned away and went towards the inspecter who was on the other side of the road. He gave him my batti and then stayed there, waiting for me to come to him. Dad called me after a minute and I told him everything. He told me not to pay the ASI and give him the cell phone. I went to other side of the road and gave the cell phone to ASI and told him that my Dad wants to talk to him. He took off his cap, turned off his wireless, set his hair, took my cell, bent down in a little bow and said, "Yes Sir". My Dad talked to him for a while during which he only repeated those two words. Then he gave me my cell and my Dad again told me not to pay and to tell the ASI that I was to contest in the court about it. I told him that the driver hadn't come too. Dad got worried that I was all alone and spent a long time telling me to take it easy and not panic. I convinced him I was totally cool and he shouldn't worry about that. I came back in my car and then I thought I should drop chona at his home. Chona was relieved to hear it. As we reached chona's home Dad called me and said that he had talked to an Additional Session Judge in Model Town and a Civil judge in Faisal Town. I dropped chona and was coming back to the same round-about when Dad called me again. This time he gave me the number and address of the Civil Judge he had talked to and told me to pick up the batti from him after one hour. I was startled at the speed at which everything had happened. I told Dad that they had my lisence too. He said he'll handle it and then gave me yet another long lecture on staying cool. I told him again that I was absolutely fine and that I was more concerned about his being worried.
When I reached the round-about, both of the seargents saw me and got sort of alarmed. I didn't understand so I went towards them. One of them said,
"Khuram Sahab (the civil judge) took the batti".
I understood that they were now under control and there was no point saying to them that "I told you". I just said,
"Go and ask your DSP what was the point when I had told him everything? He knew my Dad, he knew the car was Govt.'s, he knew I had a lisence." The ASI said after a while, "Sir, you know I couldn't have given it back to you, and you also know you would have taken it anyway." I said nothing and came back in the car.
A car stopped right beside my car. I looked sideways and an saw an uncle looking at me. I lowered my window, he said,"Why have they stopped you?" I said," Because they are #@$#%$%$#@%^&^&^% ", and though uncle seemed impressed but of course understood nothing. I told him the matter. He asked me why I had the neeli batti on the roof. I told him that my father is a Judge. He said, " O Man, now they are stopping civil judge's cars , these morons are really #%$%%@$%$^^. I told him my father was a Session Judge, not a Civil Judge. His eyes widened and he said, "Session Judge!!!!, woh to tun kay rukh day ga in ko!!". (He will destroy them, but the way you say it in urdu it amounts to He's gonna kick their ass) I said, "That's what I'm waiting for here".
The driver never came. I went to the civil judge's house after an hour. Mr. Khurram was very kind. He literally forced me to have lunch with him and then tea. He had already sent his driver with giving him his own ID card which ASI could keep in place of my lisence. The driver came back and told that the inspector now had refused to give. He went out in his little garden and called the inspector. Inspector probably knew what was coming so he told the ASI to pick the phone. Now, Mr. Khurram is a geniune "paindo dude" and what he said on the phone I can never forget, and also write. But the result of that was his driver bringing back the lisence in five minutes. I thanked him for all his help and then came to the same round-about my driver was supposed to come. Instead of waiting now, I called Dad and he told me to be brave and come by myself. I was thrilled because it's an hour journey on the motorway and then half an hour on a really tricky and bouncy road. I asked God for strength and then drove towards motorway.

The journey home was absoutely wonderful. I got a bit sleepy on the way because of Mr. Khurram's excellent mix vegetables, so I stopped at one of the petrol pumps to get a drink. People there looked at me as if I was an alien, making the same mistake that DSP did i.e thinking that I was underage. I guess I learned a lot from this experience and I hope to put to use what I learned some other time.

Oh Boy!! what a rough day I've had today. It was all perfect till I slept last night at 4 am at my friend's place in Lahore. Infact it was fantastic. I had come to Lahore without planning and my dear friend "chona" offered me to stay at his place. Then I called another friend of mine whose birthday I had missed some days ago because I couldn't go to Lahore during Moharram. And he told me that he had also postponed the bonefire because of moharram and that all other friends were at his place and they were just about to begin the party. I drove from Allama Iqbal Town to Laurence Road in minutes and joined my friends. It was great and we all had loads of fun. Then I came back to chona's place where we saw the movie "Tokyo Drift" together. After watching the movie an excellent idea struck me. I thought this was probably the last visit of mine to Lahore for a long time, and no matter what I will not get the chance to do it till then. I made up my mind and woke up at 7:30 sharp to............... well I'd say to see the moon. I parked my car carefully where the moon was supposed to appear and waited for three hours. But alas! the moon never appeared. Here begins the first punch of the day, and it goes on.

I had sent my driver to his relative's place at night and had told him to come to Faisal Town round-about in the morning. After the moon didn't appear, I came back to chona's place and then we both went to pick up the driver. We waited and waited but he never came. We were both starting to get bored so I increased the volume of the radio and closed my eyes and tried to take some rest. Now, I've got that special revolving blue light (neeli batti) on my car that cops have on their cars, although my Dad is not authorized for that but since almost all the police works under him, he thinks its better if I keep it on to avoid any trouble. I was feeling the song on the radio when chona shook me and said, "Muneeb, look there."I opened my eyes and saw a Police Officer sitting in his car and trying to say something to me. I opened my window and here's our conversation. I have translated it into English trying my best to give the exact tempo of the situation:

Officer: Whose car is this?
Me: District and Session Judge.
Officer: Which District And Session Judge and where is he posted?
I came out of the car and told him my Dad's name and that where's he posted.
Officer: He repeated what I had told him and then after some moments said, "You've got "neeli batti" on the roof of your car".
Me: I know!
Officer: You're not authorized for that.
Me: I just looked at him and said nothing.
Officer: It's illegal.
Me: Oright then I'll take it off.
Officer: No, thats not the way. We'll have to challan you.
Me: I looked at him, trying with all my might to stop the chuckle that had got stuck in my throat. Then I just said, very calmly, "Go ahead, Do it".
The officer looked startled because he was expecting me to bend down and beg him to spare me. I folded my arms and leant back on my car, not breaking the eye contact. He then said," Why have you got a green number plate on a private car?
Me: It's a Govt. car.
Officer: Govt.cars have drivers.
Me: I'm here waiting for him.
Officer: Show me that It's a Govt. car.
Me: Go ahead and see for yourself.
The officer got puzzled again. Then asked his subordinate to check the car's number plate. Cops with the officer surrounded us and my dear friend chona came out of the car and stood with me. He clearly looked uncomfortable. The subordinate came after having a look and affirmed that it was a Govt. car.
Now I know what the Officer, who was in fact a DSP, was aiming for. He had somehow thought that I didn't have the liscence and was underage. I do not blame him for this because I don't really look 18, but still he was desperately trying to find something wrong other than the neeli batti so that he could ask me for the liscence. After a pause he said, " Why have you got black paper on your window and windscreen. That's illegal".
Me: It's not paper, they are curtains to block the sunlight.
Officer: But still, they are illegal.
Me:Really?
The officer told his subordinate to check if they were curtains. The subordinate in order to please his boss opened the door and pulled out the curtain almost ripping it apart.
Me: You know they are curtains. Leave it!
The subordinate almost growled at me but let go the curtains.
Now the DSP had given. He said, "Show me your liscence".
Very quietly, I got my liscence out of my vallet and gave it to him. He was dumbstruck. He now had realized that he had no authority to ask me for the liscence because its only the traffic seargents who could. More that he had done it without any need becuase I had already told him about my father and that was all I needed to do. Now, either he could let me go and get embarrased infront of all of his subordinates, or call a seargent and then give me a challan chit and be ready to face all the Judges in Lahore. His badluck, he chose the latter option. He called a seargent using his wireless. Chona looked at me with quiestioning expression on his face. I don't know from where such calmness and patience entered me, I looked at him and said, " I don't care about them at all. I just hope my driver's OK. He doesn't know much about Lahore".
All the cops and the DSP heard me. The seargent came. DSP in order to avoid further insult ordered him to give me a challan chit and confiscate the batti. He went away, I guess with the honour of a martyred soldier. Of course he had cornered the most dangerous ciriminal of the city, hadn't he??


................. to be continued